Broken sugar window
leaves traces on the soul
of salty eyes and savory lies
and spirits keeping hold

Here the teardrops
line the backdrop
of all the dewdrop
memories

laced so deep
in the cream
A coffee
marscapone

Dare I dabble
in the lost lips
tasting past
and dangerous sips?

Ere I indulge
appetites long
shall I find
a spirit strong?

No! The flesh
is weaker still
and my hunger
must have its fill