Cloud23

My dearest love, my crimson fire, You fulfill my every desire. While others add a simple dash, I glug you down with frantic splash.

My eggs, my ice cream, and my cake, A burning, spicy, sweet heartache. I put you in my morning tea, You’re all my taste buds ever see.

The bottle sleeps beneath my pillow, Your vinegary scent, my favorite willow. I dream of Scovilles and of heat, Of peppers dancing, fast and fleet.

My friends all whisper, “It’s a phase,” And give me quite peculiar gazes. They don’t know how your siren call Makes me forget the world and all.