honeydewed center evergreen stemmed
i am curled up like a question mark around your pair of feet on the tile floor;
one ear is pressed down listening to floor eight’s myriad of awkward folk songs.
and then when you scratch my neck i become like greenery.
warmth similar to spring sun, starts to swirl into my pores
and when i blossom, noises come out of my mouth and puddle around the floor.
my eyes squint tight, what’s happening.
positions shift and hands slip down, curving around the indentions of my spine,
my mouth widens and the puddle expands;
something is inside me now.
my skin flushed in an evergreen hue, my eyes wrinkled messes.
roots erupt out of my palms, they climb up and tie my wrist to yours.
one ear is pressed down listening to floor nine’s infiltration of humming birds.