Peanut Butter
Written by Ella Mae De Asis • Board by John Ivan Pasion | 28 April 24
Gimme one!
So sweet yet so vicious
Not knowing what it is
So volatile yet dripping like liquid gold
It was never bland nor cold
Yet every beat makes us liable
But why must it be so—unidentifiable?
What is it? What are we?
Must it always be a mystery?
In its surface, no mark, no spot, not a clue
“Why not with a name that’ll compliment you?”
“Why even settle for this?”
“Is it worth it for a little bliss?”
Our tastes may not coincide
Though it’s hard to hide
No traces, no tracks, no right
—I dream of it every night
The soothing words, the sugar rush
The sliding of our spoons, every blush
Irreplaceable, no one can condone
I solely want this, and this alone.
I couldn't focus, I was enthralled, enchanted
Never did one graze put me in a trance
I'd keep this privilege for any price
I'd pull every existing heist for this spice
A diamond in the rough—the ultimate rarity
Even if given all the pearls in the sea...
I wouldn't trade this feeling, not for an eternity.
The risk, the thrill, the uncertainty
A plot against the ordinary, fascinated in ambiguity.
Stubborn hearts know what they want
Laugh of the present above the pryers’ taunt
Savored every minute, heart and mind
The chase is fun but a faster one draws near
A harsh slap of reality, a lingering fear
Not by hook nor crook, but merely tangling the line
Even if I turned the world supine...
It stands, I never got to call you mine.
The jar's still blank
and I guess… that's fine.