words spilled out like marmalade
as we sat and talked under a setting sun

it was casual to say the words
like something of everyday life
to say them like i was not something different

to say that my heartbeat,
that my stomach bloated with butterflies
when she was around

as I told them it was about a her
they leaned into the table
to figure out her name

who was my heart’s desire?
who was my sweet delight?

i spilled her name out like the marmalade
leaning in, as we sat and talked
about her under the setting sun