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Sugar
by Nicole Assenzamy eyes are half-open letters
that I know you want to read
telling you everything
you ever wanted to know
about my secrets
ask me by telling me
by giving me your sign
and Ill recite to you my memorized diary
that makes up my heart and mind
I want to know my love is sugar to you
that you think
it would melt in your mouth
I want to know you still keep our dirty photographs
of that distant past I still look after
like Venus in the evening sky
the star I can never touch
but in your dreams, I hope you swing from the moon
and touch Venus the way I do
before the day I hope it hurts a bit when you
use that rope as a noose
because you remember
the cuts on my arm are not cat scratches
I want to know that you like sugar
and I want you to tell me
because I will never ask
if you demanded I would recite
my memorized diary
full of red sketches and flowers for words
I want you to want the mess of my head
paint me the dreams of the death of the moon
the rage of your funeral pyre
that reverence denies forgetting
I know you pawned your shrines of me
for dirty magazines
but thats your formulaic way
and just for that
I dont deny I did enjoy the taste
of specific copper tang
and it wasnt the thorns of bushes of rose
that did those things to you
my heart is still made of sugar
and if you need your blood to flow
my love will melt in your mouth
as it always has before
12/03/2005 Author's Note: Some of the poems I write are about the same person. This one and Pointe Du Lac are some of them. He was my first real love. But it wasn't meant to be.
Posted on 12/03/2005
Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza
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