Molasses for the Morning
I cut down an evergreen tree,
Rung out the sap she preserved,
And dripped it in your morning coffee.
I thought if you drank her syrup,
You might become as faithful as she—
Standing tall, bearing beauty, even in cruel seasons.
Maybe you would catch her honesty too,
Cutting your heart opened to reveal spirals
That say how long you have really loved me.
If only this nectar would keep you true,
We could have it all—
Every border of every world,
Living a thousand years,
Being found with a thousand rings,
A thousand loops to our honor.
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