my god’s nectar (resvisited)

it’s too sweet to belong here, the apple pie of it all. it belongs to the sepia photos & cartoon windowsills. it’s too peachy keen, the cobbler of it all & i’m afraid my sweet tooth is arousing again. but there’s sugar in my gas tank & i can’t swim after eating without cramping up & sure, i can twirl, but what if i get sick on your shoes & what if i give you so many kisses, hershey’s turns you ill & what if it’s too sweet for me, the ambrosia, my God, your nectar, & the way you cup my chin in your palm & what if i get swallowed up in gelatin & my tongue will only spin sour milk & lactose intolerance & curdled cream? what if i’m vinegar & acid & bitter? what if i burn this down while it’s still a dream? what if it’s too decadent, too rich, too many calories, the reality of it all?