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Sep 2015
I've had this candy before.

It wasn't the hard kind,
With even flavor all the way.
It wasn't the nutty kind,
Playfully changing from tongue to teeth.

This kind had a shell.

The outside is its only defense.
Hard, but fragile. A desperate defiance.
Inside is private, intense,
A dark, bottomless surrender.
Too much;
                    but also,
                                   Everything.

I trembled, full of anxiety.
What if I broke my teeth on the shell?
What if that hidden center
                                              were poisoned.
What if it numbed me
                                        like ice
After all I had tasted one like this before,
And it bit.
Like a fire ball with too much spice.

I was taking a chance,
                                       but I knew
Nothing else was possible.
I had to begin!
So I bit into the soft center,
                                                with all my heart.
                                                once again.
Copyright © 2015 by Fred and Robert Filios ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
With a thanks to Debbie.
Written by
Fred
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