you taste bittersweet
skin, like honey; but words like hyssop
i would taste all of you
could i bear the acerbic aftermath
of taking you completely into me.
Your bittersweetness is a wise web
for were the bitter to come up first
-as the name suggests-
most would never come your way.
But alas, cruel nature, to make
one taste so delicious only to
have her spoil even before being swallowed.
Even still, I return to your candy hive
again and again and again
Stings, be damned.