Sacrifice And Broken Fevers Poem by Dianne Borsenik

Remember when candy
was a god thing?
How you listened to its voice,
desired to know its magic,
celebrated caramel secrets,
explored every sacred center?
Could there have beat
a more trusting heart?
But then the dark angel
of change worked his lie,
ghosted from hand to eye,
killed that wild bone
of dazzle.

If you put yourself
in the smoke,
make peace with the lingering
fires, blaze harder
than those hot mornings,
you will learn to heal.
Ask poetry:
it says 'Come,
you can drink my melted smiles;
eat of me, and
be free'.