Poetry: Melting

Melting in my pool of unfulfilled fantasy;
I will never know your tongue now.

I was desired once. I think.
The cherry on the top
of a sultry sundae.

Did I made your teeth ache–
a sickeningly sweet saccharine–
and you lost your taste for me?

Did your favored flavor change
to something more exotic?
No more plain-Jane.

I am not enough.
I never will be.

I disappear into oblivion.

(c) 2015 Carrie A. Vibert – all rights reserved

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