Caramel

By Bernard John Abraham

Innocence was ripped.
The half-dark was on.
This is so Greek
and there was heaven for sodom.
Not a chance in hell
that anything could be sweet.
But then we’re steaming, flowing,
swimming in dreams
and I can taste your skin.
We’re failing, but then
who expected us to win?
No rain of fire, but fire there is.
Fuelled by the potent brew
shining in your eyes.
Oh, it’s you
flaring, flaming, alive
in every inch of your body.
and I loved it.
Then I asked,
could anything be as sweet as this?
Or was it just a dream?