Tag Archives: Sugar
Ripped from her victory gardenTorqued
I will gift you
Machine man, me
Eyes clear now
Future-ready
Take your Soldier hand
Study, journey with you
This trip around the Sun
We familia
I will gift you
Speed demon, victory
Bodies torqued
This skin, yours
Time trials completed
Finish line, Westward
This whispered promise
We checkered-flags
I will gift you
Sugar boy, pie
Feed you tenderly
Sing to you
In perfect pitch
Make a wish
This catch-me vision
We with lights on
Rockstar
In the perfect of now, get in line
Come see my spine
Singing prettily
My strong, fractured song
Standing upright, dancing, sprinkling
Cinnamon-sugar safety
In the spotlight of my doorstep
My Neighbor: A Haiku
Spill it, the sugar
Suffer you, the consequnce
Chasing after me
Samaria
I live on a lonely block
Hope and Delusion my only neighbors
They never talk to one another
Something about a falling out many millennia ago
So I, the conciliatory soul, am the go-between
And am making much progress
Sometimes they loan me sugar
All-too-willingly, it seems
But I gotta pay it back quick
Else they threaten all-nighters
Dissonant music at full volume
“Is it worth it?” I often ask aloud
They reply in unison, of course
Butter Cream
I remember cake not stained by the hurry-hurry dye of “let’s get this done, before too many take note of another year added….”
I’ll choose the sweetness of grateful desire to linger over the celebration of seasons represented there at the table, the love not subtracted.
Need
How would the rodents speak
What words would they say
“Yes, you, bring berries to your back yard
And all manner of citrus and apples alike
Fresh, full with fructose, on these barren of days
We planned well for the season
The Winter in May of the Spring
Evidence our good-faith actions
Our holes in diligence dug
Where we find once again, our daily bread
While our feathered Southern friends, oh!
How they need, need, need your hand
We’ll let them dine
We promise”
Soda
Where were we recently, beautiful boy, where you sat so close to me -bubbling happily at having used your voice- and smiled, finally, finally receiving all you so earnestly wanted (a simple enough request, so why’d you been denied so long, we both thought simultaneously), for it’s only sugar, and, after all, what harm could it cause…what trouble might it make?
Love-Based: A Haiku
These ingredients
I’ll be as water for you
You’ll be my sugar
Forbidden
I decorated myself with you
Reached, but in no way grasped
Sprinkled you about me
Without the care whether or where
You landed
Beautifully, making a mess
Twice, I was asked incredulously
Is this safe
