Sugar, Not Spice, But Everything Nice Poem by Brian Arguello

Not spicy
But sweet
But an ant's feat
Enrich me
Fulfill me
In the cakes that fill me
O' all the pastries that patter
From this, so small a matter
Not a small matter
When sugar-rush striken
You thicken my blood
So it chug and chug
As burgundy mud
A small price to pay
For you my sweet, to stay
Lay across my table top
Scattered
Grain by grain
Gathered
In a coffee stain
Brushed upon my teeth and down my gullet
Land upon my buds as a mallet
Honey, you are everywhere
As I tear my eyes from there to there
Here you are from orange to apple
From grape to pear
You meet my stare
All I can see
All I wish to see
Not spicy
But sweet