Burnt Popcorn

Burnt popcorn
you smell like
burnt popcorn
but you taste like
Pez, sweet little candies
falling on my tongue
and you can bend my head back
anytime, to see what falls out
be it kisses or butterflies
or apologies, then place my head
upon your chest, where I
can breathe you in, because
you smell like burnt popcorn
and you know I love
burnt popcorn

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