humans are delicious
and quite likely
too much for each other
and never never enough
to taste and smell and feel
the one you love just to love
yes these fleeting desserts
consume humans everyone
•
he traces her name
and his feral love
on his headboard
each night with his finger
these prayers as mantras
before slipping into sleep
where his dreams conjure her
like cotton candy or ice cream
delight in the night
where darkness blankets
the solitude of sleep
that serves and reserves
memory like loaves and fishes
•
completely lost in her moment of bliss
she smelled something wonderful sweet
and her mind (she realized without thinking)
had turned to the pages of him warming
inside her like moments before an avalanche
or the sounds humans hear after the collapse
•
this is what humans deserve
baked in the oven heat
of their desire laced with love
welding these powdered confections
they line the ledges with all the moments
that leave their hearts in shards
and hands weighted with frosting
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