Raspado

Sugar swallowed by spoon, everlasting
And intrinsic joy;
Until I crash.

Succulent hydration,
Steamed barbs of glass,
Melting each bead
Of chocolate;

Like gristle,
Carried from a stew,
The thread of a rock,
The carpenter’s crystals.

Foam, froth, fealty
To s saint whose spikes
Of sweetness
Satiated
The thirsts
Of every addict.

Popsicle stick art;
Dripping;
Sticking;
Sweet & sour,
Like baby’s breath.

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