Your sourness
Penetrates the skin
We sit in polite silence
As I think about
Years ahead

Preserving the past
We have to cover you in sugar
Otherwise I have
An acidic taste in my mouth
We wait

Liqueur licking eyelids
I am out of spoons (sweets)
My juicy fury concentrates
On your aftermath
Sectioned

My smile strained
By your refreshing existance
Both stimulating and vicious
I wish you would vanish
𐌱𐌿𐌲𐌲𐌾𐍉