It drips from me
From my cracks and seams
Pouring
Flowing down
Staining my new tongue
The jam syrup
Liquifying
A budding taste
Pruned fingers tracing
Coldly against my molars
Farthest back
The love of you
Aches in my canals
Every root sobbing
for continuation
We beg
For the simmering
To pursue each
New love
In
Popping gums