Salt spilled on the floor and
Things suspended like opium dreams

Syrup sweetly this milk with your blood
For a frothy strawberry tinge
I think your snatched my pearl last night
As I was coming off the fringe

Did you regret the look in your eyes?
It was made of copper, swirled with cerulean
Dreamscapes. . . .
And funny, how I
remember nothing

But I could be blind and still
search for your hands
could be sick and still
contrive these my plans . . .
I adore you, babe, but you’re
too sweet for me
-

Snow spilled on the floor and
Never melting like honey(combs)

But th e icing’s a chocolate delight
It’s decadence yet unbaked
I think you snuffed my candle late last night
Before I could scarce awake

Did you regret the song in your smile?
Was it too complacent, bound with a vacuous
face . . . mask . . . mask-face . . .
And saccharine how I
remember nothing

But I could be blind and still
search for your hands
could be sick and still
contrive these my plans . . .
I adore you, babe, but you’re
too sweet for me

-

Salt spilled
Snow filled
Wonder-thrilled
Silenced and stilled . . .

you’re too sweet for me,
Cupcake.