Sweetness never stays.

[melstars]

Lollipops, round and shining.
I put one in my mouth,
take it out, 
watch the light reflect off it.
The sweetness melts and disappears on my tongue.

The wrapper lies, crinkled, on the gloss of the wood
scrunched up into a ball.
It unravels rebelliously,
running its teeth over the table top
making its presence known.
I ignore it.
My lollipop warrants more attention.

I stick my tongue out and give it a tentative lick.
Sweet.
No more.
Sweet.
No more.
Sweet.
No more.

Then no more.

I'm left with the white stick, hollow and lonely.
I bite it, trying to remember the sweetness.
But it doesn't linger on, and I'm left with the bitten stick,
and the rebellious wrapper.
Tasteless.

I leave them on the table top,
a flat stick full of bite marks and an unravelling wrapper.
The whiteness provides stark contrast against the dark wood.