You taste like maraschino cherries
Soaked in a bright red womb

Lips smack loudly around the room
Eager for you to come soon
Fellas impatiently wait their turn
To nurse on the tip of a sundae spoon

You died to become too sweet
Crushed between bitter teeth
Gone to make merry mouths
On those who come around

But I too am sweet for eternity
Encased in a butterscotch tomb
Laid to rest in an ice cream shop
Born again by sucking-off gloom