love me like you would

a coffee at sunrise or

ice cold milk in

carribean heat

ogled at by beggars and

childless fathers with

gentle hands. hold me

with those small spoons you love but

can’t seem to find and

tell my melting legs

they’re beautiful. soak me on

polyester sleeves

and savour each drop

reel back your memory as

you sink and we dream

on wet marshmallow

and pieces of oat-shaped ice

hold these white-washed hands

ask me questions of

my childhood and coddle

me close as

i overspeak

free me with constriction

find me wrapped in haiku

on the welcome mat

your breath, velveteen

raise my hairs with your whispers

feed me while you sip,

while you sip and savour