Lights

I’ll ask you to taste like pancakes from a box,
Like the single extra I wanted, so
You brought it to me across campus
I’ll ask you to taste like numbers,
Numbers reading 2:07 on the clock,
Number of fingers twined around each other
Numbers pouring out of your mouth
Along with pink light (minus the green).
I’ll ask you to taste like light,
I think it’s red and you say it’s magenta but
We will sleep with them on.
I’ll ask you to taste like sugar,
Lips saturated with high fructose corn syrup,
Untasted before my tongue,
Sweet and addicting.
I’ll ask you taste like firewood,
Spread charcoal on my brain and
Light me up.

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