LGBTQ+ Poem: Cavity, by Savannah Wade

I roll you around in my mouth like an old fashioned caramel.
You soak on my tastebuds. A cracked golden pearl.
Isn’t it a terrible sin? To pass from mouth to mouth.
Shared by lovers, ending before it begins.
A furious exchange, a loose curl of muscle finding muscle.

Powerful in our making.
Biblical in our making.
Kings and whores know our language.
Twisted in syllables.
Sweet in exchange.
Yet –

Who amongst us does not want
The pulled sugar, the crystals, edible glass.
The divot, the sharp edges, sugary and crass.
If it has your name, I want it buried in my inner jaw.

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