The tart lemon taste
of a new love,
insistent and fragrant,
slips into the waiting grasp
of an unknowing,
unsuspecting recipient.
A bright tangibility
that exists only because
it simply does,
random beauty
in a quiet miracle of brilliance.
Acid made acceptable
by the addition of innocent sugar
and it dances,
alive,
on my tongue.
All the golden gifts
of this treasure trove sparkle,
like a star made diminutive
by the night sky blanket,
only glanced upon
by most,
but idealized by a certain few.
Those solitary beings
that venerate a bitter beginning
followed by a sweet ending.
Honorable mention
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