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i took her

out the crinkle of wax paper

like it was gift wrapped-

christmas day

in the middle of summer

god some of the wrapper

clings like clothes to skin

peeling in the hot sun

i press

my teeth in

carefully

the chocolate bends

gives with a gentle snap

not too easy

a little resistance

just enough to feel earned

vanilla

god the way it holds

firm, yet soft

dense, but not stiff

that perfect middle

like it was made

to be bitten

slow

she stuck to my teeth

to the roof of my mouth

a little cling

she really wants to stay

the corners

they're always better

i can feel their edges

firmer

cooler

they seem to fit just right

meeting the back of my tongue

and out of nowhere

i feel cold melt

run

down the sides

between the cracks of fingers

doing their best

to keep her whole

i trace every drop

but some touch the pavement

no napkins

no breaks

just

the act

the melt

the holy

collapse

of something

never meant to last...

by the time i finished

she was gone

and i was

quiet again

sticky

grateful

and no longer

burning