SoulReserve

Saccharine

His hands
drip with syrup
as he picks up the pen,
There will be sweetness
all over the paper now,
There will be honeyed words
and dulcet poems,
I know
because, just like the ants’
my senses are
a’tingling.

© SoulReserve 2016

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