sweets

I learned first
your secret
when you said it early one evening

as if
the shock might be less
before the moon could rise
or the stars excite me with
their dancing.

it seemed such
a little thing
to me, but still

everyone is sure, it is
everything.

chocolate, that is
i think,
the way
to prove
love is sweet.

no, no,

no.

The proof, is in the words
first

Then, the actions
thereafter.

Shut up. Chocolate
is sweeter and proof
is not by theorum or dictate.

Your secret is safe
but is mine?

Is mine?
the world is wrapped
in a thin blue and white
swirled veil

i am obvious,
fat
and every thought
spoken

there is the secret there
the control lost
and every dream revealed
as if my love
might be big enough
to carry Atlas's muscled ass
upon my shoulders.

here is the secret here
the control lost
and every sheep belching
out my love as if
cooked it'll be tough as mutton
then as i stew,
everyone will be full.

Your secret is just the danger of suffering
mine
is who i am.

At least, chocolate can save you.