Southern sweets
A poem
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1 min readDec 22, 2013
You baptized a man in your waters
merely by whispering words.
You didn’t understand your power,
words used as ear candy
to make a man’s sweet tooth throb.
He buck-danced in southern soil
feet furiously marking territory
his arms stiff at his sides.
You wouldn’t let him touch.
Was it the lavender you sprinkled on,
the cinnamon promise of your taste
that kept him coming to temple?
Was it the curves of salvation
you often let him glimpse?
Or were you just a woman with time
weaving words like patterns
so he stayed blessed and alive?