Dark Chocolate
Languid as midnight
it curls against my tongue
to hum a lullaby
in the perfect-pitch voice I wish I had.
To ooze down the throat
softer than butterscotch,quieter than a tulip bloom,
easier than my lover’s name.
It washes through
all unnamed lossesto rest as velvet
in my palm.
To cull the hours spent
in useless dusting, eating, sleeping.Oh, sweet love
Come let me taste you once again.
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