By Cosette
Date: 29 July 1999

a mug of swiss miss (-taken as a saccharin cure for cold feet and malfunctioning taste buds)

i am swimming 
at your warm pool of luscious rhythm
laying me down 
over a fluffy bed of marshmallows
and you let my heart float (soft)
then sink
and dissolve 
with your cocoa foam of zero-fat 
(as you were labeled)
yet you pour my cardiac cup 
chock-full of indulgence
but you were never bad for my health

just drown me more




for sinneD