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Thursday, 14 February 2013

And So It Is With Cake

With pounding heart, my cautious tongue
Tests your sweetness on my lips.
And greedily I draw it in
As if the hours, the days, the weeks I spent,
When I lived and breathed, as others do
With not one solitary thought of you,
Had never been.

And if I could I would devour
Every tiny honeyed crumb.
As many and as much I may,
As if the smiles, the joy, the love I felt
When I sighed and swooned, as lovers do,
With not one fleeting fear of you,
Had never been.