Nothing is too sweet.
Not the bombs of sugar in my tea.
Not the heaven-woven cotton by the sea.
Not the laugh of far-off death,
or the ever thinking we might be.
Nothing is too sweet -
so bring upon my house your madeleines,
your croquembouche and Genoese.
I’ll refuse no sweetnesses from thee.
Jody Porter is Poetry Editor for the Morning Star. He blogs here and tweets here.