marmalade air

it's obvious, like chocolate,
it's a raspberry hot-eyed afternoon teacake
choking you when you talk of
the sour cream boys I call friend
like I ought to call them cornbread enemies;
it's obvious like chocolate that you
disapprove.

but it's necessary, like custard,
for me to be here, apple-dear
I am the slice green cucumber I miss you
but it's necessary, like melon and meringue
that I be sometimes here and sometimes
in the land of ginger crackers and cinnamon tea.

but meet me downtown in the marmalade air
and I have a secret I will tell you.