you spoke to me in
cinnamon tones
your tongue cottoned with
just a teaspoon of the stuff
boiling over like a kettle
of stick tea
your voice sprinkled in
sugar and shaken
you looked at me with lime
in your eyes
veins and green and flesh white
rinds
speckled sweet and
acidic
sparking sour and wrinkling
my nose
your teeth clinking like
the jar of cherries
shivering against the olives
in the refrigerator door
your words plump and
drowning in red syrup
sticky on our fingers and knotted
stems
you said to me in black
pepper
serious and tickled and cracked
you said to me “i love you
too”
and sneezed
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