Sweets I meet two large women with boxes of sweets, the wrappers opening with curled edges. Inside, nuts are glassed in blood-red sugar, rolled in waves of chocolate. The women lift their fingers to paint my lips like old friends dropping in for a delicious visit. The two, so sure on pleasure, take me close to their breasts, take me into the light-filled and glistening case, curve their sweet palms to my face, pull baubles of perfume from my throat, turn every moment into flight, and I am swallowed up by the mouth of waking-up with dreams on my lips and my tongue on fire.