Sealed for how long, // your room, a sugar smell fermenting
Simply peel off the jacket, // syrup threading the ac flow
Sunshine to carpet fuzz, // in the cheap uptown morning.

Traveling past pasture, // shopfront, and fog—
Same route our bodies once took
Before sweat turned into regret.
Tenderness, even brief, // calls back the childhood
Where giving wasn’t a performance.
The taste known already, // flowing like newsprint through the city.

We watch characters rise // like headlines running down streets
Like the sun, none surprise, // or refuse in generous
Innocence wasted, they say,
Dreams dissolved before it reached the tongue.
What we felt dies when peeled away, // that, indispensable sweet,
It has no marks that time // and times fade away,
Why one hunger remains, // the first reason forgotten,

One hunger stays,not for fullness,
Only for the hit of sugar
Sharp enough to mute the day.

No longer chasing the // reason I once worked for.
Cheap devotion, ordinary pain, // forsaken plain,
Spent and traded for the sweetness given.

Confession. Confection —-
The same mouth learns
To beg and to taste.