I melt in your hand
AND in your mouth,
A stick of butter
Injected into scalding heat
You cool me
Only just enough
To mold me,
An oozing mass
Of hissing steam
My thoughts evaporate
When I think of you,
I never learned
The most fundamental lesson
I touch heat
And it hurts so bad
I always have to do it again
And still want more,
I’m like one of those trees
Whose seeds pop
When set on fire
I can’t get out of the kitchen
Even if I wanted to,
Stirred up on your stove top
Until I’m all froth,
You drink me up
A bit of slip clinging
To your upper lip,
You sip, I drip,
The ever melting man
Aching for you
To melt me
To mold me
It’s what I live for.
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