i fit in your side now
i have built myself a niche
you lead me
i want you to lead me
because my hands are new and stumble
over skin like first day introductions
the bumbling words caught in my throat

the darkness hugs
me pulling in
my stomach tighter and
tighter
it locks itself inside my belly button
and expands

soft
so soft
soft enough that when you push
your fingers against it
you can feel the cushy resistance
as if you could lean your head into it
and instantly
dream