I kiss my lover the same way I make
a cup of tea: pour water and milk into a saucepan,
watch them swirl together, teabag just peeking
out above the surface; you and I and tangled legs
and tangled hair. Turn the heat up slowly, kisses,
first gentle, cinnamon on his mouth, bite his lip
the way I would bite into a cardamom pod, bitter
cloves sweet on his tongue, sharp ginger, his teeth on
my neck, honey: viscous liquid down my throat.