Sugar High

Church was four butterscotch candies long this Sunday

And hot too

I usually place a chocolate coin in the tithes basket for the pastor

But the chocolate coin is more like chocolate paste at this point

And adheres my pocket shut

So I lay flat doing Sunday puzzles

Starmint blazer hanging off of red velvet cloud

I’m not just floating today

I’m sugar high

I look over to see moms in her Sunday best with the yellow chest

My canary, lemon dropped and

Chocolate kissed

Yellow star

Burst-ing pipes

Her melody falls like warm caramel on sweetened ears

And I am sugar high