i am surprised to find how heavy i feel

with most of my spine missing my head--dead weight

sinks like lead into the pillow

the more i consider how long

i continued to pulse

after letting your name

come out my mouth THEOBROMA--she said

it meant food of the gods

and i thought of your dark

sticky sweet skin

thought of our dark

sticky swet sin

just like chocolate 

i could taste you

melt on my tongue i wonder if icarus

truly felt invincible

flying straight into the sun

or if he always knew

he was willing to die

for one divine moment you are tempting

THEOBROMA

but i am not a god