SWEET

ordinarily
poem is sweet

but here
there are
dark places
and terrible spaces

and so
tread lightly
as you
consider yourself warned

and what
is “sweet” anyway
how to
best define it

as I am drawn to you
as bee
to pollen, wasp
to honey

such a sight you
are beautifully polarized

nothing looked
ever better
to these compound eyes

Published by Damian Garside