Feelings

Sticky like sap

Spilling from a broken branch

Turning dark when exposed

Hardening in sunlight

Prickly and hard to touch

Drawing blood 

Woundied fingers typing

Each touch hurts

Poet’s skin is scarred 

With slimy trails of feelings

And piercings from

Penetrating jabs

In and out, like a mouse

Peeking from its shelter

Uncertain, timid to reveal

One’s core laid bare

Conversely, warm and sweet

Caressed in satisfaction

Scratching onto a page

Feelings freed from heart

Tasty as rich chocolate

Topped with sweet cream

Savoring each mouthful

Poured to be consumed by you