Wednesday, 10 March 2010

i'm a secret

My tongue, stained purple, slips past

your sugar-slick teeth

residue covered chins, intrude

sticky, excited fingers, hesitate.

Your breath is orange

sweet vanquishing tang

our mouths, left-over chill

numbed taste buds.

The sticks fall, disregarded

eyes glazed with glucose

coated in popsicle love.

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