Yes, this darkness tastes delicious,
the macerated cherry stinging through the chocolate,
the cloying sweetness clinging to the insides of your mouth.
Sweetness sours in the inevitable settle of you, deep and core-bound.
Say it and I'll bend like a heavy stem,
fall into sweetness, perfectly willing, and
you'll find me a happy cavity,
a start and a stop in the dark, something thick to swim in.