I like you, 

Like an ant likes a sugarcube. 

I taste, 

I savor, 

I even love, 

And I blur the lines 

Between these, always. 

Most of all, 

I feed on instinct. 

Each grain is yours, and mine, 

And ours, 

Dissolving, and fleeting, 

And sweet.

Jane Patterson is a first-year student studying Journalism with a minor in Digital Media. This poem draws from her personal life experiences in love and growing up religious. This was taken from her notebook and transcribed digitally.