Eating with my fingers

This is my entry for the Vocal Social Society Challenge Haiku Honey. Perhaps it is about honey. Or perhaps it is about peach juice. Or thawing ice cream. It could be about meat sauce, or perhaps about gravy. Or it could be about something else. Most likely, it is about all of the things. It is about hedonism and abandonment to appetite. We don't need to sit down for this one, its quick and easy, at the sink, on the grass, wherever suits, but it will leave us sticky.

Tongue probing the cleft

Between moist, sticky fingers.

Where dripping juice pools.