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Across mean years i lost my taste for sugar;
my childhood sank, thickly encased in sugar.
Go, i said, you have no further claim
on these poor bones, your kiss a waste of sugar.
The garden was a dream of riot run
in which we lay, our thirsts replaced with sugar.
City rose upon city, each droll layer
marked at the point its populace embraced sugar.
Graywyvern turned in the dappled labyrinth
to see ants hefting his pathway traced in sugar.
Dark bitter coffee sweetened with sugar
served with small biscuits dusted with sugar.
Sweet fruits of the season, carefully picked,
filled into jars and preserved with sugar.
The distant mountains across the river
shine in the sun, snow glitters like sugar.
A bee fell from a flower and struggled —
we fed it with water sweetened with sugar.
As I age, my teeth become sensitive —
a poet stabbed by the taste of sugar!
The lover tried one kiss, her arm was sugar
He melted into the night as if harm was sugar
The fancy boys on the corner try out a little menace
Remember when she still felt their swarm was sugar?
Against this wall the substitute teacher lectures
She submits before the surety that all alarm was sugar
No repose in the muscovite glaze of yellow air
By autumn she'll say youth and its charm was sugar
The poet waits to write until anger has passed
The kitchen women knew everything warm was sugar.
Adrian, it does you no good to court loneliness.
What advice did you give when love's storm was sugar?
The sweetness of dates after sunset, the memory of
My teeth in the flesh of your neck, sweet as sugar.
There is no frost in this city to glow quiet
Only broken glass, fractured cubes like sugar.
City light enters in through barred windows to cross your face
Like the sun following as you ran through green canes of sugar
Your wildness in the setting sun sparkled gold, diamonds on
Your lip from my lip transferred, from my glass these grains of sugar.
My toes dug into the white sand on the beach, waves pulled out.
The hand of nature piles up, sculpts men like dust, like sugar.
To dust we may all return, to tombs to life to tombs we
Dissolve like salt in the sea, as stirred in your tea, the sugar.
Now in this city I'm alone, in the quiet, in the noise. Days go
Bitter or go slow, go like years too poor for sugar. Or before it.
It's said that love's like sugar, there is no sweeter. But a
Meal of sweetness will make you hate the taste of sugar.