seconds

…nothing like…/seeing the deliciousness of your blackness/my brightness/our closeness…for the first time/but yet…why does it seem like we are having seconds…/tainted by the stained love of time gone on…/we are bringing the colorous mud../of dismissed lovers into the scented scene of our canvass…/our beingness/our trusted oneness…/bitter aftertaste of molded dark chocolate/ bile like fiery remembrance of burns/ sharp haze…/lets…just…./order baby….me for you and you for me…./lets just…/ forget brunch…./fast tomorrow…/no dessert after dinner…./fill up on each other now…./no seconds.