Popcorn

You make me feel like popcorn:

pop pop whistle and

I flower and hiss with heat.

I’m still friendly, still tasty

despite my spontaneity.

 

I want to fill you up,

make you whole,

let you feel my sweetness

on your tongue

as you lick me

off of your fingertips.

 

And when I’m in your belly

I’ll be in your heart too,

fizzing as you digest me,

unable to forget me.

 


 

© Kristiana Reed 2019

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