He whispers
Sweet somethings
Into her ear

She drinks in
The sugar-sound
Till intoxicated

A fine flush
Of sugar-rush, blooms
Across her cheek

Addicted,
She feeds on refined
Words and raw ideas

An experiment
Candy stripe kisses
And sweet shop

Experiences
Cola bottles, a crackle
Of space dust

Then nothing
Just the light headed
Giddiness of lost love