Amari Liebe

 

my name is honey

dripping from his tongue

down my throat

warmth flowing in my veins

engulfing me in his sweetness

the foreign flavor shocking

my tastebuds only knew

bitter

salt

sour

never have they enjoyed

such a vibrant flavor

before

the market shelves

were only lined with

bumps and bruises

acids and spices

that burn

and scrape against organs

bubbling up

up

up

suffocating

smothering

screams

til i gave in

accepting the taste

never stopping at other stores

until he comes

the new display

embodying

sugar spice and everything nice

i grab a sample

hesitant

taking a bite

and i fall down

down

down

singing

soaring

smiling

 

i’m starting to think i have a sweet tooth