the juice


you are the juice that runs
off the plate and into me


the draft that fuels the fire
and keeps my cells alive


concentrated stamina
in liquid female form


the color of blood and fruit
sweet tang of angel sweat


slither down my throat
and turn me inside out


circulate and percolate
and ooze out through my pores


without you I am dry
just dust without a home


ash descending on the sea