i want to shower you in sugar
and unleash the spate of syrup
but that might be too strong
i want to give you candied comments
and reveal all my honeyed hopes
but i'm afraid that could be wrong
i have all these citrus suckers
and balmy butterscotch
and treacly truffles
i would give them all to you
but i don't want you to get sick
of me and all my candy

cinnamon sugar
your hands mash the crumble cake
warmth fills the kitchen

hot butter strolls down my face
and rolls down my nose
dribbles down my chin
and spatters the floor
the lustrous linoleum

i cry tears of sugar
it tastes much too sweet
as they mix with my thoughts
and pour into the cracked bowl
the jaded green memory

my hands are matted with white
and caked with delight
but it's a less-than-pleasant mess
i've used too much
it called for just a teaspoon

I am-
sugar sweet stuck-
On the idea that something
Is better than nothing

all the sugar in the world
couldn't make you sweeter

You told me I wasn't you cup of tea
So I tried adding some sugar and cream
But by the time I was to your liking

I had gotten cold