Sweetness

Sweetness is a stolen kiss
still sugared with the taste
of a cake I made for you.

Sweetness is a morning
where the pain of sleep cut short
is soothed by waking side by side.

Sweetness is a lunch break
where my heart leaves my desk
and brings back news
from across the city.

Sweetness is the time
when the city shrinks,
and dulls to distance,
and vanishes.

Sweetness is an evening
where time watches from the shadows
and is silent,
and does not cough when we would kiss.

Sweetness is this altogether thunder
which sleeps in my chest
as I lie beside you.

As the song goes, sweetness follows
but for you, and you alone
sweetness leads.