Sugar
By Kevin Hart
Published 12 February 2021
(an excerpt)
As warm air sips huge clouds
That fade all afternoon
In Africas of light,
So there are lazy days
In which I melt in you:
Fine days and long days, full
Of kisses plush with wine.
You’re drinking tea today,
Green tea with a long spoon,
The sun a pomegranate
Split open, dripping red,
And half an hour floats by:
A cube of sugar falls
And shatters on the floor.