A Square of Chocolate
you must take your
time
my dear friend with the
irrepressible sweet tooth
confides
chocolate is an
experience
concentrated and intricate
sumptuous and intimate
o’ that crescendo
she offers me a section
urging me to gaze upon it
muse on its polish, its luster
the arresting milky mahogany
hue
I do as I’m told
smell your brunette
treat
breathe deeply take
it in
inhale to fill
yourself up
with its
intoxicating essence
I begin to suspend
I do as I’m told
break the chocolate
apart
you will hear a
crisp snap
o’ the snap of
tempered
chocolate
I do as I’m told
gently bite into
the square
close your eyes let
it melt
on your tongue and
savor
palatable flavours,
aromas
its consistency
I do as I’m told
I
lose myself
and whisper
I must take my time
**
I had a hankering for chocolate this afternoon. My best friend is a choco-holic. I write poetry. I put all three of those things together and came up with the above.
In propinquity,
Nic
Chocolate is the only way I know of stopping time in its tracks, and the way you have described it in this poem explains how. It is mesmerizing. I'd say it's the sexiest thing you've ever written, but I remember Eros American, so I have to settle for most sensual. I died reading it.
ReplyDeleteChocolate is the only way I know of stopping time in its tracks, and the way you have described it in this poem explains how. It is mesmerizing. I'd say it's the sexiest thing you've ever written, but I remember Eros American, so I have to settle for most sensual. I died reading it.
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