What is a poem to a creme brulee?
A tap, a crack, a crumb
Burnt sugar on your lip
And what is a creme brulee to a song,
An echo, little words
To taste upon your tongue
What is a song to a body
willing, a kiss like June
This fire in your mouth
But what is a body to a poem
Between sweet lines, this breath
Is all I have to offer
It’s been awhile since I wrote a poem; a year, in fact, since I began this one. A whole year for 12 lines. I am not a prolific poet, but I like this one, so I thought I’d share it with you.
I had the first stanza (in a slightly modified variations) almost instantly; the rest just came in the last month, composed in a prototype notebook with a concertina spine and mismatched hotel paper that I keep just for scraps of poetry.
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