On your lips and mine,
We taste traces of sugar
Not tantalizing to our palettes.
Try to erase a substance whose shelf life
And you’ll know how this will end:
With us trying to dissolve a staple
You’ll just make me digest.
You’ll eat it too, let that digest.
Take it with you.
Pollenate other mouths when you travel
Vast distances to fill your honey stomach.
I’ll breathe in your skin,
But am I the honey
Or are you?