milk and honey
on your lips
your perfume
sweet and soft
a milky bath
soak it in
dripping from my skin
taste it on your tongue
warm in my arms
sticky and smooth
like the way you make me feel

It's sticky and sweet.
It engulfs every part of me.
It envelops my mind
Milky and bittersweet.

I've tried to scour it away.
A persistent desire
To make myself clean.
But the feelings stay.

I've managed to remove patches of this love for you.
But with every God forsaken memory of us
These patches heal their own wounds.

The bilious substance manages to cover up your visceral words.
It clings to the hate you gave me
And even as I pry myself from your grip.
The love stays.

What a shame.

I'm covered in the memories of what used to be.
I pick at the past.
Trying desperately to peel love for you off me.

It seeps through every crevice in me.
Filling all the spaces I wanted empty.
Your love, once a comforting embrace
Is now a viscous liquid that suffocates.

Invisible, but still there.
It slashes through my chest.
Bleeds through my thoughts.
A consistent unnerving pest.

rolling drop of sweat
slowly slowly drops.
From the bottom of your breast
aiming straight it falls
On your thigh it tries to rest - but ah
--- it's a sticky plummet.

It is a sticky night.
Like the watermelon that drips down your chin
Like the humid air that sticks to your skin
Like that song you can name when the first note is hit
Uncomfortable, beautiful
Like the clothes that stick to your back
Because you have clothes
Like the way that our messed-up families stick together
Because you have a family
It is messy, like glue
It is sticky, a sticky summer night
Like all of those nights, long ago
Like the blood that was shed for you, for me, by a stranger
By hundreds of strangers
It’s a legacy and it sticks
And we can only pray that nights such as these will
become a memory, something permanent
a fixed point in time, something that endures
We hope that, even just for a little while
It might just stick around

The stickiness of the gel
That never leaves your fingers
The smell that forever lingers
The distaste that stays at
the back of your mouth.

It could be annoying to have
But inevitable to give.