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.