Poems

Sugar and Spice

The spiciness clasps the mumbly pale numb lips

Held by the hand and water seen dripping down the wrist

Knees crumblling, stomach grumbling upon sighting the beast

Munching the sweetest honey that is only offered by the bees.

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Introvert's blog on the love for literature, visual arts, traveling and food. Government employee by day, blogger by night, figuratively loves to eat and passionate to write.

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