Dulce

if you keep talking to me like that you’re going to get us in a lot of trouble
if you keep telling me how sweet my being tastes
we might have to meet up and exchange recipes to happiness
like remedies to sadness
I told you I want you to be the brightness in every dark place of my being
I want to taste you in the convenience of my small bed
so I can watch night turn into day
watch the sun peak through my window
and fall on the small of your back
I can trace it as it slowly lights up your spine
to give my thanks in kisses on your collarbone as you sleep
and taste the sweetness of your voice
as you whisper “good morning”