A pear’s tender flesh gives in an instant.

A give
give
give
and sudden break.

The jolt of teeth closing a gap
The sudden burst of sweetness on the tongue
The fleeting taste, the juices dribbling down.

Consumption’s joy is in that moment.

But to gorge upon them?
To glut your belly with their flesh,
Let their juices cloy upon your tongue?

Joy turns sour.
Never changing.
Lacking substance.

So, too, with your sweet words.