Such exquisite
painful sweetness, intense, cloying & creamy,
Hilariously teenaged
& hiccupped, blatant, burped & dreamy,
Sweet halcyon
days, young puppy-loved, pink, sherbet & fizzy,
Moving on, forgetting
youth, leaving us shaken, grainy & dizzy.
From lollipopped
lovely rainbows, of those colours light & sunny,
Moving on to lemon
drops, of new loves dipped in golden honey,
Smooth, satin
& whirled, heated passion, darkly intense & deep,
Turning to burnt
toffee, indigestible, trust begins to ooze & seep.
Passing time comes
garbed in liquorice, biled, bitter & acrid black,
Acid drops so
sour yelling, “this is love & there is no turning back”,
Where did all
that sauce & juice go & all that sensual fruity zest?
Resting on our
laurels, complacent, calm & feeling truly blessed.
In the fading
years of confection, sugar-topped, white dusting iced,
When life is almost
over & one´s been many years wed, & spliced,
The cloying sugar
upon the tongue & within the old heart lies still,
One knows only
too well, that it´s this love that coats life´s bitter pill.
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