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soggy with pleasure
wistfully thinking (in a sardonic way)
what is the mystery of your candies
be it sweets sent to your door
or a metaphor carried
through the threshold
of your desire
with me devouring
your temptations a nibble at a time
with time holding
your luscious golden wrapper
your candies
can not be devoured
like railroad pizza
in the middle of
a five hour delay
nor can they be huddled over
like that first morning coffee
in ubiquitous white styrofoam
your candies must be consumed
with the reverence
of the lay minister of a church
that has no pews, but a large mat
for the meditations on your delights
