thThe sugared heart
laps fast its moisture
wicking with thirst
as if salt were consuming
what must stay sweet
you said I will never die
my heart is strong
pulse low, pressure steady
without considering the price
of sweet emotion
playing like piano before
tuning
discordant and
unexpected
in quiet rooms
with closed doors

0 Replies to “The sugared heart”

      1. Thank you! It isn’t mother’s day here until the last sunday of the month, but I had them all but one round today and reasonably happy, so that’s good.

  1. First of all great header image. The poem is both elusive and allusive, I feel like I am just about to capture its essence but you are far too canny for me.

  2. I love how you use your words so deftly if that makes sense. I also love the image that you used, it makes me think of cotton candy and the colours that go along with cotton candy on your fingers.

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