The syrupped sun
dripping in effusive sludge
like little pearls
layering across the breaths,
mouths,
hands,
and eyes
swallowing
with ebullient nectar so copious
It spills over
scattering
like a pearl necklace
ironing its sweet, sticky
grime
lowering into the nose,
tongues,
fingers,
and lips
of those so yearning,
grasping,
drowning
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