embrace me
drizzle syrupy whispers in my ear
press powdered lips to the back of my neck
your candy shell around my creamy center,
our licorice legs twirl together,
drift to sleep on egyptian cotton candy
I can't sleep
but I'm not sugar high
when we kiss I taste aspartame
sweet, but artificial
still, so close to the real thing
or maybe I just can’t tell the difference?