Sweet, sweet boy
You must know love
To be so good
But goodness rests in your hands
And its nemesis
In your eyes
Pleading to me
To get down on my knees
And beg for your time
To kiss each finger
As it grazes mine
Trailing down my neck
Shivers down my spine
Pour your soul through my lips
Wring your saccharine
From my hair
With your fist
Sweet, sweet boy
“..now my life is sweet like cinnamon..”