My Secret Door

I studied the liquorice hieroglyphics
Carved deeply into your soft green eyes.
I looked longer than I ever dared to with anyone else.
I may be older now,
But tonight, I'm a girl in a candy shop.

Burnt sugar pushed onto my greedy little tongue,
Century old secrets, memories
And lies
That kept you safe from the people you've known all your life.

You are so fresh,
And I've already tasted every day you've buried with the dying light.
Let us continue in spinning our sticky web,
Legs of milk and honey entwined in an inseparable embrace.

I love you.