You can cut the hot with sweet but the sugar doesn’t take all the sting away.
Later, when you’ve almost forgotten, the sting gets you again and the sugar can’t help.
Juicy sweet spaces in my brain,
too delicious to comprehend.
Beauty and terror in my expansiveness.
Who do you see there?
As the wind blows and the waves crash,
what secrets and shames rot your soul?
In the deepest parts of the ocean
things don’t need eyes, only feeling.
A low rumbling vibration soothes and resonates unseen creatures.
Must you see to believe?
Is my treat really just empty calories?
I wish it wasn’t.
I get so close,
I try to bury my face.
I inhale another feast.
Just the scent
turns my soul electric.
First a thought,
then a touch,
finally, a taste…
I surge with the sweetness
as sugar floods my body.
My heart races,
my breath flutters.
A candy shell nearly devoured.
The licks haven’t made it to the center of the tootsie pop.
and if I bite down, it will be gone.
I bury my face again
inhaling as deeply as I can,
until I can’t get one more ounce of breath.
I hold it for a long time.
but not too hard
or you’ll ruin the way it melts.
It’s the slow dissolve
that gives you the rush.
I either fell directly into the punch
or I soaked into it
as if through a slow drip IV.
I know I’m submerged because everything around me is so sweet.
Sound is muffled.
Sight is soft and glowing.
I feel my heart beat in my ears.
My feet aren’t touching the ground.
I know I have to come up for air.
When I do, sound and sight are once again crisp and clear.
Don’t stay under too long.
Be careful not to drown.