Like sugar then wine, the sound of your name,
caramelizing then burning with the kiss of a flame
dissolving, diluting with the tears of the earth
mixing and magnifying the maxims of mirth.

I am butter and bread, when your name is spoken
melting then steaming and then I am broken
decadent richness and humble subsistence of soul
at this banquet I’ll sup and shall never be full.

Originally published in The Tower Light, 2021.