Like Molasses
For me it's the black treacle
The bitter sweet
The thick of it
The smell
The touch
The taste
"Blackstrap"
Is what you are
And I am but a fly to your flame.
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LREvans
I don't understand the flame metaphor or how it ties in with the molasses. I'm slow on the uptake with poetry. Do you care to help me understand?
I do love the imagery here, however. The way you employed the use of all five senses was wonderful. I felt involved as I read.