Ode to the condensed milk.

Oh dear condensed milk
How milky art thou
How thick and sweet
So gooey and sticky

The way you gush out of the can
When the opener runs through
And you slide out
So smooth

That sweet milkiness you give to
Bread, drinks, desserts
How you manage to sneak onto fingers
No matter how careful when handling you

Tea just isn't the same without you.
Thick, 4-minute strong seeped tea
Would bring 4-day constipation
If not for you,
Dear sweet, runny, condensed milk.

I long for that thick texture
When you've been in the fridge
How it holds its form on the spoon
One huge dollop
Into that large mug of strong tea.