I dreamt, last night
that I poured you over rice, and asked
what your basic ingredients were
”I am sweet to the tongue,
soft on the teeth.
I will stain the tips of your fingers
and sting the back of your throat.
I will wrap myself around your taste buds,
and I will linger here
on your breath,
between your teeth,
in the corner of your mind,
a tingle on your lips,
I am deep red, light yellow
find me, and I will fill you.”
I stirred you around for a little bit,
what are you made of?
and kissed me.