In a marshmallow he found love
Burning on his stick in a raging fire
He thought for a second how beautiful the darkness was
How he'd burnt his marshmallow
Then his finger when he wanted to save it
The stick went up in flames
It burned clean up to his hand
Then took to his jacket as he sat there
Thinking about his marshmallow
He remembered how sweet and white it was
Clean even, before he stabbed it with his stick
The one he sharpened to a point with a razor blade
With intent to cook and consume it
He just wanted his marshmallow back
Though the whole bag sat there breathing
He put the black sugar to his lips
And kissed the inevitable
