I can feel the sweetness
oozing (in my mouth)
as I crunch on that
crispy, buttery, peanut-
flavored (crispy).
I can imagine
holding one (on my tongue)
letting it soften just a little,
mushing it (taste buds).
I can put one in (two)
(three).
I am a conveyor belt for pleasure
and I am passing through.
A little gets stuck in my teeth.
I pick it loose and throw it back.
I lick my fingers
to celebrate a good night.
Cling cling whoosh (spine shivering)
blood rushing to my tongue.
The sound of the puffin (on my spoon)
and the one I missed
falling,
dripping on the others.
The thing about spoons is
that they tease you.
The spoon goes in
and the coldness of it
only tingles your buds
more.