In B Minor
for L.J. L.

what beautiful people on planet earth
beginning to enter my universe

I attempt to build it, complete it
before I have to abandon it

don't want to have to leave it unfinished
like Schubert's 8th Symphony

hadn't heard it in a long time, listening to it now
along with you, it fills my mind

tea I usually have with honey,
with sugar, too much added, tastes disgusting

how just right you are
how you're seasoned, how you're flavored

duff and I must cut in, must undo bag
my sister, Winifred, used to stitch close

let it sink into water, boil until done
out of the bag, her knife went in

cut down the middle, several times across
steam escaping, see all the guava in it

sauce she'd cover it with would melt
in half-a-minute

mouths would water, salivate for piece
are you such a treat


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
2:11 a.m. 08.10.09