You are in my heart
in my loft
in my underwear drawer and jewelry box.

You are the one on the tip of my tongue
melting like maple sugar candy
pressed into the shape of a leaf.

We fall
we fall
we fall from the light
and the letters tacked to boards.

We fall
from the paintings that catch
our singularity.
Underbellies show,
feet stretch in cool air,
feet scratch the feet that love them.

And we fall
from scrutiny
and sin, powdered wigs and canes.
Where tears replace surface waves,
soft voices are heard over the party calls
and my love my love my love
holds you,

You are afraid your taste buds
have begun to fade into life
as bland as blanched almonds.

come roast in my heat
salted with my secretions
sugared with my love.

I will feed to you
what you have given
when we fall
fall from the candy shoppe
into the alley under our box.

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