Toasted and candied

The weight of those hearts
Held so close
slow trip, trip trip in 4/4 time
resound with clot and baited tongue
honey too thick to taste sweet
this side of heaven
may as well be this side of hell
for all the good that love brings
these frigid highs
crystalline and sharp
plunge deep through the earth’s crust
till molten oblivion gives way to peace