Sugar dissolves
on my tongue.
Chocolate hugs me,
and its warmth trickles
down my back as it melts.
My sensitive teeth battle
against gelid ice-cream—
each bite's worth the pain.
* * *
If I am what I eat,
then that must be why
some call me sweet
and others call me
Fruitcake.
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Welcome to the Sombre Days (7-poem Sample)
PoetryThese 7 poems are a sample from the full-length collection Welcome to the Sombre Days. The poems take the reader on the author's journey of childhood, one where he was different and did not belong. As children, we do not think about queer identities...
