Glucose

Consume until the daylight even seeps, saturated from a skin not stretched
too thin but still barely there.
through the drops of a honey tree
I can see your insides.
our Eden held no forbidden fruit,
there was no surface here
untouched by the hands of teeth.
Of all the angels and hypersensitivity outlined in you,
your crown of figs and wants and needs bled and called out to me,
so I came and I am here, salivating