Light like butter drips down your neck.
I bite your hips and
crack off cold vegetable.

Closed eyes and parted lips—
grind my chin where your shoulders form
hard apple pits.
And with warm breath
I want to suck your beaded
vertebrae through a straw, chew on each
one like sour gumballs.
My stomach growls, aches to
strip off your meat and
suck on hot, damp bones.

Like spider webbed puddles of proteins,
greasy lipped, cane sugar,
cherry flavored nucleus.
I want to lick the sweat that
pools behind your knees.
Lap, and drink.
And drink. And drink