Drips

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