Dear Sugar

Hi Sugar. I’m sorry, I missed you.

I have been thinking about you all week, and it hasn’t even been that long since I saw you on  stage at Candyland. 

I miss your voice, that low drawl that drips through my ears like molasses. I miss your touch that turns my insides into syrupy goo. I miss the perfect toffee color of your skin. I miss the smell of your hair with that vanilla conditioner I gave you. I miss that cupcake charm on your lighter case.

My brother might have said that you’re bad for me, but he doesn’t understand what we share. A carnal, fated match, I say. I know my blood sings for you. My heart pounds at the thought of holding your attention. My tongue yearns for another hit, another taste. 

Maybe it's going too far, as my bothersome friends used to say, but I need you. I am parched, stranded in a desert without your oasis. I would let my feet blister and break if it meant walking a thousand miles would get your name next to mine. I would give up my sight if it meant the last thing I saw was your smile again. My mind has been spun to sugar floss around you.

I know you said it’d be better if we were friends, or better yet, strangers, but I just can’t make sense of it in my head. 

Honey bun. Pumpkin. Cupcake. Sweetheart. Sugarplum. Every name you choose has me on my toes. Any form you take, is the one I will gladly capture in poem and in prose. I want all of you; there is nothing to regret.

I’ve been on my best behavior all week to get this number.

Just another chance, it’s all I ask for.

I hunger for you.

Please, call me back