Sweetness.

 

 

Sweetness.

 

I see

butterscotch evenings,

honey-gold sky of creamy sunset,

last light's toffee waves

as sea's olive coverlet changes

to caramel-sepia.

 

I see

twilight's blush streaking

dun-dusk with striped humbug tints,

 candy-silk cloudlets  

sinking in remembered cherry-lips

as dark lights long-ago scenes.

 

I see

treacle-soft secrets       

sealing shy kisses and zest trying

each treasured offer 

of nightly concealment, eagerly

stirring crystallised feelings.

 

I see.

chocolate-smooth dreaming

spicing beach-vows and re-living  

now youth's nectar-need

roused is my sugar-fix while tasting  

again first-love's true sweetness.

 

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

A Carmel kiss dipped in sweet chocolate... where dreams are
warm and I am smitten... hypnotized. gently, Pat

[Neville]

... This is just too bloomin good in every sense of the word & although I have previously said that salt is my only current vice .... I could also very easily develop a sweet tooth ... yummy :)

[iliOZ]

wow this poem is drooling and frankly...so do i.
we likely all keep in our memory sweetness of our first love and unfortunately we tend to forget it.
thank you for reminding us to revisit and cherish the sweet feeling of our first love.
great word-picture-blocks used easy to fall for it.
thanks