recipe/confection

You are thrice mine by means 
I can't describe except by plain 
words operating on planes and levels
where the best they can do is fall fast 
and crash into cryptic and mystic
delicious and listless allegory 
- an allsorts mix. Dip a hand 
in the bag. It's not licorice! 
But whatever you grasping 
grab so vigorously
is yours
to consume, there we are.
It's we!