OctPoWriMo - Days 7 and 8

DAY 7 - TASTY

I taste your words between my lips
And roll their sweetness on my tongue;
Smooth, not cloying, gently melting
From the warmth of both of us.

You enter my bloodstream thereafter,
And nourish me with all I need.
Your taste upon my lips does linger
As inside my body you dissipate.

DAY 8 - POROUS

I glisten like granite in your hands,
Helping you write the words that come next;
Like sandstone, I hold you as you drip through me,
Filtering out all that skims the surface;
And like dolomite, I crystallise pink and white,
Refusing quite to effervesce.