Epicery

Caramel snaps between my teeth
dissolves on my tongue like gossamer
This skin?
That you are wrapped in
Will it melt into sweetness
deep addictive golden
If I skimmed it with my fingers
Would it feel hot?
Would it come apart on my fingertips
like cotton candy on a hot summers day.
This deep skin
would it grow sticky with condensation
if I held it close to my skin?
Messy and strangely satisfying
Like the lush of a handmade candy
that curve of your mouth is obscene in its shapely invitation
I want to leave
My red lipstick right there
there
in the fulcrum
of that bowed upper lip
My mark there
and
maybe
even here
I never can decide which chocolate to eat first
and this unwrapping
would confound me
In the curve of the neck
running with rivulets of sweet
I ache to taste
Lick it up in long sure strokes
I wonder if the salt caramel skin
lives beneath those careful shirts
Sugar burnt fingertips sting
but my private tastes
extend far beyond the mundane
I am a gastronome
And this degustation
is laced with sharp sensations
a vein of honeyed golden poison
so now to my mercy
inside these box days
the chocolaterie in my mind
turns to caramel
My thoughts turn to feasts
and I ache to unwrap