Solid and Sweet

The first time we touched we opened something profound and fell into it so softly

AND

It feels like we’ve landed in a place that’s solid and sweet.

BUT

even still, when I touch you I remember the way it opened us

AND

it tastes precious yet unrefined... like raw sugar licked from the rim of a cold glass.

OH

I would hold your hands in mine, winding our fingers like peppermint stripes and rub my lips across your every delicious surface every second of every day if I could.

AND

I would jump out of my chocolate skin into the caramel of yours and live in your saccharine warmth if you’d let me.

I

don’t

want

her

to

touch

you.