sweetness

this is the sharing swing
that wants to bend down
and whisper some sweet thing
deep inside your brain
but it's not always your brain
that does catch this drift
sometimes is your heart
sometimes your soul
sometimes even the sweetness
that taste so bold
like honey on my tongue
like water when i thirsty
in the midday sun

this is the sharing swing
that wants to go and purchase
some of them undies
i could eat off of you
strawberries in this climate
bound to make you come
even if it the flavour
rather than my tongue

so sweetness
like comfort i could
rest my head and body pon
what you doing
with a ragamuffin like me
and what i doing
with a sweet young thing
like you
only thing i could think of
is that the loving have to be strong
like horse piss or spanish coffee
can't be weak like decaf

so sweetness
even this poem don't want to done
it want to hold on to you
your smell
your taste
your eyes
your words and laugh
that i does remember
without even having to think
wish i could put down some wicked loving
pon your bones right now
forget this rain
forget everything
tell the world
what loving you
does feel like
and tell your parents
this feeling can't be wrong.

(to be read in Trinidadian dialect)

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