I crave only melt on the tongue
Sweets and high fructose corn syrup
Colors ranging in pinks to blues
To chocolate browns
I care not, for your flesh nor your greens
Give me only molasses dripping
from edges of plump
lips and kisses rapped in foil
I’ll settle for an apple only if its coated
with caramel and scoured with a stick
I’ll take packets of coffee crystals, tear them,
and pour out their insides
Lick my fingers
And pick up the fallings
Their candied remains.
