Submissions by Leobormish

I think about the time you were buried alive
And some feared you would never survive  
But I knew better and in my deepest heart
Wished I was comforting you in the dark  
 
In that endless twilight, while you half-dreamed  
You were waking with me, in an embrace it seemed.
And whispering gently in your dulcet monotone  
“I wish you, fair Leo, were mine alone”  
 
Oh, how I longed to touch your mustaches  
To spread balm on ever part of your burning rashes  
Left from the wretched ice you cleaved to your soul   ...

Don’t come at me with that sucralose!
That aspartame, that high fructose
My palate craves nothing but the real cane
That syrup sweet as David Blaine
All tied up in velvet ropes and chains
His famished look beyond reproach

Don’t come at me with that sucralose!
That fake sugar, those candied jokes
I only want that utter sweet
Real sleepy-eyed magician meat  
The kind that knocks you off your feet
More luscious than Cadbury yolks
 
Don’t come at me with that sucralose!
It’s all just a huckster's boast ...