i taste sugar on your skin. i am diabetic. i prick myself yet again the cold insistence of a blunt needle my body wants to resist. we don't. i bite into the pink of my lower lip. the pain makes me tingle. like your touch.
does a child refuse cotton candy on grounds that it makes her hands sticky? or that it leaves behind familiar telltale marks on untainted fabric? that sweetness is heady. i dissolve myself in your arms sugar-spun coils to a welcoming tongue.
you hold on to me. i find form in a pink cloud your next sugar high. i keep tasting myself upon your skin.
Suradha I. is 22, a tentative poet, and would love feedback on @suru_uwu (Twitter).