How shall we take life by storm
with hearts“devoted”
like candy glass is molded?
coated in sugar sprinklings ,
it shatters just as easily

How shall we weather the hail
under a whipped-cream shelter?
the sweetness an empty gesture,
eroding away drop by real drop
delivered by troubled clouds

How shall we accommodate devotion
with baking powder promises?
scattered amongst currents
of the vinegar rivers,
the fizzling yields
to rapidly reveal

2 resolute shots
of bittersweet
dissolution.