Sugar
By Kevin Hart
Published 1 January 2021
(an excerpt)
As warm air sips huge clouds
That fade all afternoon
In Africas of light,
So there are lazy days
In which I melt in you:
Fine days and long days, full
Of kisses plush with wine.
You’re drinking tea today,
Green tea with a long spoon,
The sun a pomegranate
Split open, dripping red,
And half an hour floats by:
A cube of sugar falls
And shatters on the floor.