AVANT SOUL

Who says you can't have your CAKE
	and EAT IT, part two?

	I sing to your icing. We whisper sweet something's.

	Sometimes, we  shout  our  icing  and FLING IT
		on  one  another. TAKE THAT, YOU STICKY BUN!

Tell me, 
	Bumble muffin-head, what SWEETNESS is this
	That ev'ry person we meet,
	Ev'ry person we greet, TOUCHES UPON
	Hour  Heart  Hand  Hour  Whole?

Ho, Who Hinks Who Wets it! 

						WELL,  Sweetheart,
	 He or SHE Who Thinks, generally has host it already.

I'm host in your icing. I'm swimming towards nectar, thinking,
	(Or maybe I'm sinking.) Sugar Honey Baby, 	Sweet Mama,
							Sweet Man,
							Sweet Manna,

Let's play house let me be host your hostess your harmony candy man
I SING and YOU SING to the ICING PLURAL SINGULAR 
		. . . please, may I lick the spoon?


who says
you can't
have your
cake and
heat it, too.

Ice cream cake,
Hot cake, 
Cake out-of-the-oven
Hot buns sticky buns
Melted caramel burnt sugar glaze/

....who sez? Waz there a LAW?  Some sort of rule?

That we can't love one another more, now GOD'S a diabetic?

was
there
some 
sugar
rush
if
suddenly
we
treated
one
another
as 
sweethearts?

TELL ME, WHO SEZ YOU CAN'T HAVE YOUR CAKE AND...
													               
to what end
to what freshly–spun beginning
would Creation ever deprive us of sweetness?


i sing and i sing (& Icing) and i sing 2  U
				      .......Come here, my apple crumbcake of humanity

let 
us ICING, ICING, cinnamon to each other,
    Let the world now sing itself 
	  to awakening 
		in sweetest joy

Tell me, 
	What SWEETNESS is this
	That every person we meet,
	And every person we greet, 
	TOUCHES  UPON
	Our  Heart  and  Our  Soul?


Tell me, tell me now 

tell me, tell me,
sing to me now
oh sing to me
sing to me AGAIN


your   voice  is  so  lovely,
I feel like I'm going to cry

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