Caramel on my fingers,
gluing to everything
I touch,
messy
and sticky
and inconvenient.
Every page I turn
gets covered
in a (problematic)
golden glaze.
I cannot ignore
the feeling and result.
I cannot ignore
how worth it,
and sweet.
(I cannot ignore
what you do to me.)
May 6, 2010
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