I don’t like sweet things.
I want to taste the earth
in what I take in.
Sugar dresses up
bitter,
a constant smile
belying fangs
or like cotton candy,
all air
spun high
leaving me
solo.
Orcas charming,
playful
– then
Bam!
I’m bitten clean through.
They say I’m too cynical
but maybe I just believe
in your scowl, sour
’cause I see all the flowers
blooming in a glorious sunrise
when you spring a smile.
Yeah, you mean it.
I can taste the earth in you.