Sweet and Sour

A poem I wrote with my dear friend and fellow poet, Justin Davis. Recalling memory on tales we shared, trips we took, all that food and candy we ate together and the conversations that settled between us like star bursts. I miss his presence but I know we can take off from where we left off, one week or ten years from now. 

I swallow tasty sweets like I swallow my pride, it's all stored in an unhealthy place,

Sweet or sour, how does it matter when all you can do is swallow lest you taste them?

Both, I say, the sweet cuts my spicy disposition, while the sour leaves vengeance best served cold,

And here I was, searching for our fate in tea leaves, despite that sweet sour melody humming in the trees.

A gulp in time to remind me how the melange of emotions keeps me afloat, dancing on the world's tight ropes,

This confluence of you and me now shines at the crossroads where we smiled a melancholy story as the world danced around us

My taste buds juxtaposed to my feelings of love and lust, the sweet and the sour, sipping my hazy drink, I devour thoughts of you and me, and me and you. 

There are pages torn from each life that you and I relish, sweet and sour, who are we to judge except when it's us we taste.

Pages that turn themselves, quickly passing over parts of sadness, leaving memories erased. 

Not nearly as quickly though as the star bursts that bound you and me, me and you together in a candy bag.

The sweet of the candy and sour of the lost romance leave us remembering days in dark jungles, lurching leopards in cracking fires. 

The spicy disposition, the swallowed pride, the devouring hunger for taste, for an edge is how I'll remember you

A feeling of full, complete, the lethargy sets in, I curl, draw my lids, a dream of sweet nothingness, until we meet again

Farewell my friend.