Syrup

Syrup

We make our own sugar, small symphonies,
browning and browning, growing old quick
and fast yet not fast enough, racking the electricity bill,
our gif of every living star’s front snapshot,
glimmering and boiling in my grandmother’s pot.
A splinter of a light finds its way to our hearts.

That world thickens quietly.
That world knows no scars or dimples.
That world erosive waterfall of amber
smoothening the rocks.
A fae with a crumbling soul picks us from the spice rack.
A glimpse of light besieges and it found a crack.

Our darkness’s make love ombre and mute
and leave our hollows destitute;
the sky is dusk, the clouds are parachutes.
Pulling cornered circles into bursting,
our see-through larks that like an elder sunlight
dissolves over the park.
The light like heaven’s sludge
descending down our mouths.

Cupid’s hunt pt.1 – collage done with Midjourney by Oloriel

*Sharing the poem with Desperate Poets for the open link weekend. Please enjoy reading what other participants have to offer ❤