Sweetness

I dream of times when I travel across hills of berries,
crossing rivers of sweet red syrups
passing through valleys of raw chocolate,
gardens of green apples, fields of licorice
and climbing mountains
of the richest brown sugar,
in search of the sweetness that i know lies in your lips,
looking for the taste that has arrested my tongue to its tip,
placed my tastebuds in shackles
and I just can’t escape
the prison of your flavor

so I linger on, lost like dorthy in oz
venturing beyond the land of cold bitter houses
and into this warm place of comfort and serenity
smelling your aroma in the air,
the anticipation of your touch heavy in the breezes
I walk, aimlessly searching for you,
your beauty manifested with every sweet second that passes
as I wonder how long this separation will last,
how long it will take to reach you,
touch you, taste you, embrace you

i dream of streams of liquid love,
of air condensed with the presence of your essence
allowing the echo of your voice to seep into my ear,
banging symphonies against my eardrums,
moonlight sonatas floating in my mind
I dream these lovely things as I sleep peacefully
traveling deeply into this newly found Utopia,
this land of mouth-watering sparkling Fruitopia
chocolate for dirt, mocha for sand
red wine floods the seas
blueberry-swirled vanilla spun into the sky

I fear nothing but the thought
of waking up to the bitter reality
of sour truths in my disillusioned youth,
bad tastes in my mouth from the foul-flavored facts of life
so I dream, I dream
of times when I travel across hills of berries,
crossing rivers of sweet red syrups
passing through valleys of raw chocolate,
gardens of green apples, fields of licorice
and climbing mountains
of the richest brown sugar
to find the sweetness that was made only for me

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