Sugar
sits on your tongue like saliva,
rolls off your tongue like words,
drips from your lips like
a lover’s kiss,
pools in your well-travelled eyes
like tears,
cascades down your back
like sweat on a summer’s day,
wafts off your body like cologne.
Makes its way up to my nasal cavities,
smells like lust,
smells like flowers.
Feels like a temporary high,
has the same effect as intoxication.
If I wake up tomorrow with a hangover,
I promise I won’t be
mad.