Purple lavender bleeding out
full of sugar, sickeningly sweet,
My spoon stirs the lemon slices.
All I can think about
is how he melts my teeth
so, so sweet.
But he is so nice,
but he is so nice.

So dear to me
his loneliness has a body count
gentle and naive
over eight million people
in New York City.

You think you deserve it all.
You do, you do.
Everything.
I would offer you
the entire world
and your betrayal.
All over again.

I offer you
a liter of water
a kilogram of sugar
as much lavender as I can find
and lemon slices.
Purple petals disintegrating.

Like you, beloved