An angel caught behind the glass, <br />sweetness viciously attacking the tongue. <br /> <br />You were the great divide, <br />crunchy outer and chewy inside. <br /> <br />Glory was only a figment <br />of my imagination <br />as <br />you were only <br />an aftertaste of freedom. <br /> <br />An angel screaming behind the glass, <br />cherries ripped from the heart of the blossom. <br /> <br />You were the sugar-coating, <br />drooling chocolate over my bare feet. <br /> <br />And I melted <br />beneath your touch.<br /><br />April Michelle Wolverton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/melting-3/
