I was sure your taste on my gums had evaporated
but I found you awake in my hands
sliding down my wrists
like a messy egg yolk

stopping first between my palms
then between my thighs
so I tried to catch you teeth to taste

but when I separated
your mouth was dripping
all over my face

and all I had left was eggshell pieces
my bleeding hands
and my tendency to make fists

I am the wet and you are the water
but I’m not ready to rinse my mouth of you.