IF only those chocolate and peanut butter cups could hold the sugary liquid,
all would be right with my world.
Let the errors of my tongue
and the fumble of my feet be damned.
The pillow upon a blanketed bed to rest
is merely the top of these indulgences.
The strength and stamina to fuel another minute,
my lifeline of energy, hidden in a cupboard
and pushed behind the milk and the tea.
Touch not my sweet nectar of sanity.