Halva

Discovered by searching souls
Pursuing syrups for sustenance,
You are, old recipie'd ancient food,
A heavenly reward.
Moist, light-catching,
Looking like licked all over,
Magnolia of magnolias,
Cracked cream grey brown white,
Not empty dreams.
You tease me with your
"You can't catch me stop me" whisper.
I hold you up in reverential anticipation,
Smile,
Feel hunger,
For shards of halva,
Stuck together,
A great ten mouthful invitation to paradise,
Pointy fingertip coating,
Ridged soft solid masterful sugar rock,
Ready to tickle my throat,
Ready to chew,
To saliva savour every crumbly strand;
A free spirit, weaving through the world,
At the speed of sugar.

by Robin Graham



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