and in bowls of soup i don't see a reflection
this one's too creamy, lol
i do see candlelight flame bouncing off the surface tho
the power cut out
the autumn arriving
over a bowl of soup
sugar    spice    everything nice
that's what those girls were made of
but what about us?
do i spend my thyme with you
over bowls of soup -- ofc!
you have sugar and you have spice
more than tired tropes beaten twice, thrice, four times too much
and you are everything that is my nice
thyme is timeless in spice in your spite in your playful banter
and you are beauty and you are grace
even when you stumbletrip on air almost fall on your face
stumble over arid words, choking on dry humour so i tell you to breathe
because you're a nerd and i swear i'm not even as im coding
even if it's a shared herd, flock of "sheep" that hurt
that mend, that baa and bleat, i swear and -- soup
i warm you on a cold day
leftovers turned in radiation chambers to smoothen the "flame"
the candle over the table lighting dames and wood
lighting more like lightning, electrifying and terrifying to those untamed
moderngraywood,    could i,   should i,  would i blush and kibs you
over this shared bowl of soup?
i don't want to spill and make a mess
on your cottagecoremended beautiful dress
i should address my respect and share with you
this bowl of soup
i am interlaced with you to protect you before dawn even breaks
and we find ourselves again at food over incandecense
in essence, mended leftovers or something wholly new?
would you share with me again
another bowl of soup lmao
i look up up away from wobbly reflection
yearn yearn yearn to see every single day
if it means bread rolls
celery
thyme
cotton seeds
fluffballs! in our face!! oh my goodness!!
Rachel