I was far from any living thing when you fell in love with me. My plants were dying. I didn’t understand what my cat called “famine”. My friends were above ground.
I was sweet like death to you. Really kind. Like Morphine is kind. Like someone else is kind. And stubborn like butterscotch. I was so far away…
… from anything like living.
But, eventually, you livened me with flowers. Always flowers every week. And, the propensity to blush around you. I think I am happy liquid again. I think I am not just lungs breathing in vain. I think maybe it is not in vain for you to breath with me, next to me, because I can feel it on my neck, and I like the sensation. You give me chicken skin.