Exhortation

Padlock of crystal sugar
dissolves
at the touch of your tongue.

Yours the sweeter gift by far,
unwrapped, I’m rapt,
here to be taught.

Violate the minutes.
Pin them down and
pull them like taffy.
Work them under
the heat of your palms —

— stretch them out.

We’ll call them hours,
and they’ll wear the lie
like a blindfold.

A torrent of answers to pour
out
in

words
or whispers
or screams.

Just ask. I’ll tell. I’ll always tell.