Friday Poem: Sweetie

I guess this saccharine ode to a sweetheart is an appropriate follow up to last weeks poem about an old fellow’s love affair with cakes and slices…maybe a bit too much sugar, but totally worth it!sweet things

Hey sugar-face freckles
Your hair in the sunshine is like cotton candy
And your skin smells like
Burnt sugar and ripe peaches,
Peaches and cream in your cheeks.
Oh cup-cake, I could eat you up
Right now,
My honey sweetheart sugar-pie;
Cross my heart and hope to die:

Pass me that lemon –
My blood sugar is too high.sweet

The sweet cup-cakey image at the top is from an afternoon tea at Ararat Regional Art Gallery last year.  The second is a mismatched cup and saucer from my collection. Odd pieces are easier to find than pairs, and it’s fun to find which ones ‘belong’ together. Finally, a rose, because a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, as Romeo remarked. I’m sure if he knew of cotton-candy, he would have compared it to Juliette’s hair!sweet rose

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