I Have Become Sugar

There's something about you 

and it's quite funny

how after decades of anthologies on love 

I still have something to write 

I do not know what I'll write about though 

Is it the creamy melting of Bombay chai 

or rather the objectivity of two small humans huddled close under an infinite, limitless umbrella rain 

About me, my dear, traversing my tiny hands on your bare chest 

It's the little me in a romantic dream 

eating vanilla layered with the taste of chocolate

Though, I, somehow, am not a fan of sugar gluttony

But certainly I do know the soft, delicate essence of its kiss when it first hits the tongue palate 

I have always been like that 

All feelings and no air 

And I do not know what you would do with that knowledge

All I do know is one thing and that for certain

That I never liked this world 

I have been a walking clown with hurt bells dangling all over me since the beginning of time 

As far as I can see the vastness of my poison ivy

As far as memory doesn't fail to take notice 

I made people laugh as I let them play with the cavities in me 

But now I am no longer hurt 

I am you 

I have become sugar

I am sweeter no doubt 

and you could never gloat over me

as I, myself, will never be enough of it.