sweet-hot lover
a taste of foreign spice
in an otherwise dull life
come keep me warm before you
go back into your cabinet

bared shoulders
catch the sunlight
where your sleeves slip down
I'm aching to touch your skin
but I stop myself

ginger
sugar
cinnamon
honey
you taste like the beaches
that you grew upon
you taste like the sun
that warmed your roots

sweet-hot lover
a taste of you wakes me up
from an otherwise deep sleep
come keep me warm before you
return to your island.

© Jess Zelhart, 2005. Thou shalt not steal.