Saccharine by Angela Thomas Lying across you felt like falling into a warm blanket of sand, not the kind that pricks you and hurts, but the kind that is powder-white and fine, a pile of airy confectioners sugar that was sorted through a fine sifter. I felt like I was in danger of breathing too deeply with my eyes closed, inhaling too many of your saccharine grains. I reached my hand to rest on your hip, but as I touched your body’s delicate dunes, the foundations slid under my fingers, like the granular heart of a ripe pear feels dragging across your tongue. 02/12/2004 Author's Note: revision of "My Favorite Things" Posted on 02/12/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Amanda J Cobb on 03/03/04 at 04:47 AM I really love the imagery and the feel created by it, but I think the ending is a little too abrupt. The danger felt at breathing too deeply isn't really resolved. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)