Spiraling in circles

Like water flushing down into pipes

That lead to unknown places

A soft, spongy, pink, sweetness

That flows into another bite

Gripped in an unflinching hand by a person

That looks forward to the taste it brings

We desire sugar

Like children running after cotton candy at an amusement park

It feels like delight on a Saturday morning

With no cloud in the sky

We gravitate around the delicious morsel like honey bees gathering pollen

From blossoming flowers in the midst of spring

It’s the honey that we crave

Like Winnie the Pooh after sweet nectar no matter the pain of the sting

We desire sugar

And the satisfaction it brings



Love always, Esha <3