Continuing on my Narnia-inspired run, this one's for Edmund ...
her sled spun of ice-lace, her arms
white white white
but warm, even so
the snow is falling
I know I should not
sweet
ahhhhhh
powdered sugar on my tongue
altering my brain chemistry
firing me with longing -
it's not really my doing. witched candy
wraps its sticky tendrils around my heart
third children, second sons
are born to be sidelined
but she
gave
me
delight
even though I knew it was poison
even then
powdered sugar on my lips
the secrets dropping from my mouth like crystals
secrets for delight. it seems a fair exchange, for a while,
even though I could taste the underbite of sour all along
but I wanted it, I wanted it
I want -
- Kathy, 5/1/14
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