Marshmallow

Sweetness, softness and joy
Enclosed solid cloud
Puffs of white or twirls of colors, pastel
A mystery of ecstasy in this confection dwells

Gentle sweetness, softness divine
In my mouth slowly melting, the pleasure is mine
Soft and light
Puffy and bright
Your simple joy, great comfort it brings
No sharp tanginess, no spicy sting

Fond memories of marshmallow remains
In the dark, by the sea, in a ride, in the rain
Wherever consumed
Erases all gloom
Simple pleasure, in my being treasured
Marshmallow, an experience without measure

Keats
June 2009