pity we live in a seaside town
because i can't stand the smell
of those cheaply made and over sugared things
3 pounds for a bag of six
and we'd sit and eat them
not all mind you,
the doughy texture would always become too much
and we'd admit defeat before one of us lays claim to them
i wince every time my friends plead to get some
and offer them around
because nothing on this green earth
could ever remind me more of you

i am afraid
that you would
finally see into me
and realize
that i was
never
worth your
time,
energy,
and
love.

Love.
Unconditional, brutal love.
Compassionate love.
Other worldly love.
A loyal love,
to a fault.
That understanding love.
That funny love.
That uncomfortably comfortable love.
That’s my love.

Eye lids see pupils centered iris rings
wondering where the iris be
plant with sword-shaped leaves
A cloud nymph goes unseen
Iris forming rainbow seas
Purple planted petals beam
Iris reflected sorrows weep

you are sweeter than pure sugar dancing across my lips
you are made of the sweeteners of life
the flowers in the garden of Eden
the foundation of the Earth
from the lands of milk and honey
to the land we stand on
to the air we breathe
to the sun that warms us
made with God's very hands
the heavens must have been proud after creating you,
the closest thing to a human angel on earth


©L.F.