Sugar Drop – Joy Rita
Like broken pieces of fine glass,
But still crumbled, felt good to have and hold,
In my tea, as gold in a sandglass,
As you rushed deep through my bones, loud and bold.
Evenly sweet in my added water,
Concentrated within my dilution,
Breathing deep for the scent of your nectar,
I sigh, in awe; your candied concoction.
I poured you; sadly spilt your plentiful.
My cockiness, it tore down your sweet heart.
Can I gather you back to my pool?
Sugar-coated, abashed; my fiery dart.
Saccharine, you honeyed my dead taste buds,
Sugar drop, come back, I am lost for words.
The sense of ‘lostness’