gut feelings

I want a love that feeds me berries in bed / a love that loosens my inner shackles / where we leapfrog under heavy rain; disco while pans sizzle in the kitchen / bury our bodies under wool by the faux fire / eat each other’s lips at bedtime; drink the pink moon’s shine / swaps my old slippers for new ones / holds my hand while we lay in REM / swells my gut with butterflies. Anxiety meets indigestion meets your love.