You Will Burn Your Tongue Again

I am not sure if it was hunger driven

Salivation

In anticipation

Excitement

Or plain lack of patience

The food was scalding

Nearly boiling

But I was falling

Darling

And you were there

To join me

Blinded by

Love’s Adrenaline

Ready

To burn my tongue again

Sacrificing

My tastebuds

Tempted by a bite

Of White-Hot Love

With soup and spoon

And a bowl full of you

I don’t even need to choose

I win

Even if I lose

Life

Wasn’t meant

To go down

Smooth