Sugar Prince

Sugar Prince, fragrant like spring's first sweetpea

blanketing warmth of a sudden rainy day

soft chattering of a mountain streamlet flowing

warm brown look of a lover's eyes

the infinite sweetness of tongues entwined

the roughness of silk on skin gone wild

burn with a flame lit up by the soul

as Zephirus brings the softest song on flight.

Sugar Prince, in a sugar pot, do you dissolve

in the gentlest rain of the early fall?

And strive to keep your crazy life indivisible

again and yet again render me invisible?

With you, without you, it's all the same

though Fantasy weaves a melody arcane.

Sugar Prince, turn the clock back now, walk away -

I wish I could, I hope I may.

Or turn time back to when we were innocent

to a time before the infinity misspent

searching for love in the weirdest places

seeking solace in the arms of strangers

foraging for peace in war-torn lands

digging for rain in desolate, barren sands

hoping for warmth in a chilling winter sun

desperate for places to hide and run -

If I could, I surely would, let it go, back

fill up your life, take away want and lack.

But Sugar Prince, to real love you close your heart

these steely shutters keep you and your clandestiny apart.