Dirty Sugar

[dukealien]

Dirty Sugar

My mind has a way
of sprinkling memories with sugar,
candying them in a pleasant shell.
Taking the experiences most lacking
and drizzling them with honey,
disguising the dryness
with rich, decadent kindness
that melts on my tongue,
easy to swallow,
easy to digest,
causing me to crave them
again and again.
Longing for the grainy texture
I think to be sugar,
but know to be dirt.

Dirt is underrated - you can't grow turnips in sugar 

But seriously, this is such a good buildup poem I almost hated to read the end.

If I were writing this, I'd have said "I thought to be sugar" instead of "I think."  But "think" is better, makes the lines current/repetitive instead of historic.

Good one.