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Sweet on you
Like the midnight breeze in the middle of June
July, August, September
It’s now November I believe
and you still haven’t returned to me
Now guitar strings and piano keys
Play with the ear drums of I
Instead of your voice…
Sweet on who
Your scent resembled sweet sugar
And my spine would tingle from
The spark it would give my olfactory nerve
Now I find my nerves as I call you my queen
My daymare
Night dream
My spirit collector
Sweet on you
Sweet as the cane that sugar could produce
Sweet as newborn from the womb
Sweet on who, no reason to ask why
Or to say oh
When I’m sweet on you

Jay G