April Michelle Wolverton - Melting

An angel caught behind the glass,
sweetness viciously attacking the tongue.

You were the great divide,
crunchy outer and chewy inside.

Glory was only a figment
of my imagination
as
you were only
an aftertaste of freedom.

An angel screaming behind the glass,
cherries ripped from the heart of the blossom.

You were the sugar-coating,
drooling chocolate over my bare feet.

And I melted
beneath your touch.

April Michelle Wolverton

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