melts in the mouth a bit like
a tongue, i prefer to imagine.
reddest red in existence, at least
according to these eyes, as i
sit here like a pitted, sugary
cherry that’s been plopped down the
hatch and gulped.
i can almost taste you. and
not just the essence of a virtual lover,
oh, no. i mean the real deal. and i’m as jubilant as jubilee.
