My aged calloused sweetheart,
is not what it used to be.
The harden tissue’s numb
but, remains sugary sweet.
The bitter licorice years
did not alter any flavor.
The black root didn’t spoil
my saccharine behavior.
The lemon drop months
did not make me sour.
My face did not pucker
with each tart-full hour.
My sweetheart remained sweet
and it will always be.
This world will never change
my sugary pulse beneath.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
My aged calloused sweetheart,
is not what it used to be.
The harden tissue’s numb
but, remains sugary sweet.
The bitter licorice years
did not alter any flavor.
The black root didn’t spoil
my saccharine behavior.
The lemon drop months
did not make me sour.
My face did not pucker
with each tart-full hour.
My sweetheart remained sweet
and it will always be.
This world will never change
my sugary pulse beneath.
“When two tears fall
From each eye apart,
Yet they join after all
To form a sweetheart.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Pierrot Love: When A Call From The Other Side Takes Its Own Side
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