Candy

18 May 98

Candy-hearted, sweet soul
embraces like nectar
steel will
and inflexible goodness.
I try to look away
but am captured by the intensity
fire and flame
and the sweet voice of your soul
that takes too little for granted.
I wish to drown
honeyed moments, passion flavored heat
created with laughter and German grapes
and defined more clearly
by anxious first kisses
(tempered fire, melting ice)
and you.
Drown yourself in my cure
let this body be your solace
delve into my joy
and it shall revive you, replenish.
Your name is hope
and I shall savor you like ambrosia.