I don't remember it tasting so sweet
the kind of sticky-sweet that makes you lick
your fingers
so the taste won't be as fleeting
as the memory
dancing waltzes
across your tongue

it's addictive but perhaps only
for me
because I swear I'm the only one
made out of sugar
crystalline
and with the slightest
word
slightest
touch
slightest
provocation
I would crumble so silently
so effortlessly for you

it has been too long since I've felt this way
a fairy tale for children laced
with summer fever dreams and other
cloyingly untamed fantasies
that should have no place
in my life now

and yet
after everything
I am still here
still ******* my teeth for the last of it
still savoring this feeling
that even time could not dull
the flavor of

after everything
I have not grown sick
of this
though we've both grown sick
of each other