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Friday, May 17, 2013

Poetry: Honey Jar


He still calls me honey
that jar is long empty
few amber crystals 
cling to the inside

How long 'till the pet names stop
'till a new sweetener is found

Perhaps a Sweet n' Low will find him
Maybe an Equal will catch his eye
He'll bless the day High Fructose Corn Syrup
tap dances into his heart!

Honey he may call it
but honey it will never be
his appetite for sweets
sends him on consuming safaris
like a lion that roars in the streets

All are given a portion of true love
 how quickly he consumed his
cursing the empty jar
 redirecting the blame

Artificial sweeteners only bring 
to mind memories you can't return
hunger pains for what cannot spoil
honey kisses that always satisfied

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