Take This Here (he says) by Eric Sparks

It’s flavored happy.
And then try this fruit,
it reminds me of sweaters.

(i think) Oh shit,
I love this, its
just like,
when mom
would hug me…

Take a bite of this apple, (he pleads)
Chew and then swallow,
Feel the clouds on your tongue,
And the sun in your stomach.

(he asks) Does it remind you of winter,
of warmth by the fire,
or maybe of spring,
of waking up clean?

No, (i say) its better than that,
This pear tastes like my favorite shoes,
like her cuddles, or mud puddles
like breaking the rules.

(he grins) Try the berries now,
(he says) relax in the sun,
don't they feel like a nap?

Close (he orders) your mind,
and sleep your stress
away.

He’s right, (I sigh), I feel,
like I want. I'm lost in a thunderstorm;
he's the one holding my hand.

Careful, (he laughs) I know,
how you feel, (he warns) but while this fruit
tastes like love,
its laced with the numb.