Date Syrup
Dark as departure
and sweet
as reunion, it’s a
romantic
syrup resembling
an expat’s
life. A sublime
state of
sweetness like a
wife’s wait.
It’s forbidden to
a diabetic
patient, but who
commits an
ecstatic sin, violating.
Rapture of
now is in a negative
impulse.
The expat squeezes
dry desert
for sweet syrup.
One sip
tempts into another.
First appeared in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US).
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