I didn’t have time to un-knot my hair or brush it down
it used to hang to my thighs and I had to cut it
when the sickness came and I was green with bile
all those years I held my hair as my calling card
for I had nothing else
so when you see me this way you know
I’m not pretending anything anymore, this is me
this is the girl you once loved
I remember thinking I was old back then
what a laugh
and time is a cordial of horrors and trickery
what we need to know is, it’s all in the eye of the beholder
so if I feel tired and beat up now, remember, I tell myself
in ten years I will rue the day I forgot to dance
I dance now
bare footed with dirty soles
to the memories of
our liquid union
and planes do not fall out of the sky
the day is quiet
despite the tornado in my mind
I would let you in and not let you out
shut inside me like a favorite book
chapter marked by the sinew of my want
clasp you tightly with my muscular need to belong
within your kaleidoscope, a star in your universe
behind these accoutrements and forbids I burn electric
you never get too old for longing
I want you to take me in your arms
crush me into sugared pieces
eat each one and never spit me out
I want to become you and stay
inside your candied warmth
where amber things are less real
set in time to wait out storm
but you care about them more
as part of your compass, to set your destination
I was born of your desire
I am now without wing
soon I will fade into pieces
and nobody will pick them up to eat
25 Replies to “Turkish delight”
Your sugared pieces fall no longer into that mouth, but onto the page. The flavors are complex, more than only sweet. Tart and savory, hot and bitter, aromatic and salty, they all are in the mix. The sommelier is both confounded to describe and fascinated.
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TheFeatheredSleep – flavors of desire and longing
Beautiful. I think it significant an advert “4 Signs You’re About to Die of a Heart Attack” follows this poem…. in the wake. In the wake, you are emerging exemplary, more precious than gold stripped of dross.
Oh my gosh, this is too good. So many amazing bits, was trying to pick my favourite part but then realised that the WHOLE DAMN POEM is my favourite part! Want to quote all of it.
You are magic, Cand, don’t ever forget it <3<3<3
Oof! These lines!!! <3 <3 <3 Candice, I hold my breath every time I read your work. Just lovely!!
"I want you to take me in your arms
crush me into sugared pieces
eat each one and never spit me out"
I am in love with this piece. 💗completely in love
Ps… on a separate note my mother used to order Turkish delights and hide them and eat them secretly. Secretly my brother and I would search them out and eat them too, out of spite mostly. The title made me giggle
LOVE Turkish delight. YUM! Thank you so much for your appreciation and kind words xo
Thank you gorgeous soul
I love that you call me Cand – nobody but my oldest friends do and I feel you and I have that ancient friendship and bond. A very good thing my lovely friend
Thank you so much – not been feeling the stuff I have been writing lately really liked what I was writing about 1.5 years ago but I will find that place again 🙂 Thank you xo
Thank you dearest Bill I so appreciate you
Must be fun to be a sommelier mustn’t it? I myself like tart best of all but it is hard to find such tastes. Thank you dear Bob for your always support which means everything to me
The pleasure is mine Candice.
I am not fond of overly sweet wines, and I take my coffee straight and strong (but 1/2 decaff), no sugar and no cream.
Privileged and grateful to be your friend! xxxx
Such beautiful imagery in this poignant piece
Thank you so much dearest Orville
Ditto x a million
A man of my heart!
I tried to do the post your favorite writers thing as I so appreciated you including me in your list but as my
FB is all writers I felt I would offend and when the list got over 50 it was unwieldly. so let me just say here you are one of mine and I appreciate being in your list also so much as I don’t take that flippantly
I totally understand! ((hugs)) <3
Espresso roast, from a company in NYC run by Italians. Yum!
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