Written: July 28, 2025, for contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
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Salted lips confect rust melt,
In my mouth hangs mango smoke.
Bread with oil seeps bitter gloom,
citrus spews on copper tongues.
Vanilla beats in the haze,
ash stays like razed molasses.
The lamp spills sweets on your chin,
my thirst croons of gold and grit.
Your eggrolls aren't dry.
Your eggrolls aren't wet.
You say they're just right.
like it's some sort of threat.
You hand me an eggroll
along with a plum sauce.
I can tell you're still mad
as your eyes start to uncross.
This time there's no bag.
could it be a small hint.
Is it time to say sorry
for that eye with a glint.
It's a fresh tasty eggroll.
Not too dry; nor to wet.
It's your present to me
with my thanks and my debt.
I can never repay you
for the food you confect.
but more than your eggrolls
it is you that's perfect.
Don't protect me with your sugar,
your honey, and your sweet desserts.
My body, this body rejects them
with itchy skin and an itchy heart.
Don't protect me with that glaze layer,
the blanket of sooth sayer.
When the real story is easier to know.
Straight and direct.
No powdered confect.
I want the meat
and the reality...
Not the detour
and soften blow.
Because you know,
when we find out the truth
we don't believe truth
under your sweet tooth.
We are the cavities of your hypocracies...
So gimme a little floss
and some detafris
and I'll be on my way
with this forgiveness list.
Because now I'll trust
what I hear from the one
I hold so incredibly dear.
Because he may justify,
but he doesn't hide a lie
with frosting and sprinkles.
He delivers with justice
even if he wriggles and writhes.
He is unable to lie
like me...
unless slightly unconsciously.
But that is our intention here...
to become the clear conscious Christ.
So whatever hides in the shadow
we pull into light
with diligency and love to Be.
So forgiveness ahead
because you don't feed me sugar words
only sugar in my coffee
and too much salt in my eggs.
I love you, Amen.
Don't protect me with your sugar,
your honey, and your sweet desserts.
My body, this body rejects them
with itchy skin and an itchy heart.
Don't protect me with that glaze layer,
the blanket of sooth sayer.
When the real story is easier to know.
Straight and direct.
No powdered confect.
I want the meat
and the reality...
Not the detour
and soften blow.
Because you know,
when we find out the truth
we don't believe truth
under your sweet tooth.
We are the cavities of your hypocracies...
So gimme a little floss
and some detafris
and I'll be on my way
with this forgiveness list.
Because now I'll trust
what I hear from the one
I hold so incredibly dear.
Because he may justify,
but he doesn't hide a lie
with frosting and sprinkles.
He delivers with justice
even if he wriggles and writhes.
He is unable to lie
like me...
unless slightly unconsciously.
But that is our intention here...
to become the clear conscious Christ.
So whatever hides in the shadow
we pull into light
with diligency and love to Be.
So forgiveness ahead
because you don't feed me sugar words
only sugar in my coffee
and too much salt in my eggs.
I love you, Amen.
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