wrap your lips around the surface of my soul and sip, sweet nectar from the core of my goodness the sunshine made fruit and pith gentle connection, begging for more. pleading, touch me like you love me touch my heart with the soft pads of your fingers kindly hold onto this for me it’s all too heavy for this journey, alone find me in the negative space relish the absence hang me up to dry try not to run. and please, hold sweet for the harvest