The top is sweet, light, not like chocolate boy,
It’s quick, agile and accepting
laughing, tasting, devouring, easy-going,
You can break through, just enough

There’s a sense that too much will be too much,
The words that go alongside trying to anchor into something deeper
Reminders of how things really are, are unwelcome
It’s a time to forget, don’t delve too deep

At the bottom it is earthy, messy, grimy and sinewy,
Can’t see where it starts or where it goes
Does it wind back on itself
Will it twine itself stronger

You’d really have to deliberately hack at this,
If you wanted to sever the links
They’d maybe grow back
You wouldn’t be even be able to see what was left

But where is the middle,
That bit that cushions the below
And balances and embraces the daily,
The moderation, the bit you can feed on

The muscle between skin and bones
That can move and position you, otherwise
It may never disappear, it may never go
Anywhere