Sweeter than sweet,
delicious,
my dear.
Just add to the mix
that golden caramel
I see
and the soft note
of cherry liquor you
know.
The one with no
alcohol that
makes me dizzy
makes me thirsty
makes me feel
a happy numb drunk.
Please don’t
forget
the silky snow-white
fondant
that curls and
covers
and shows the shapes
and hides
the taste of inside.
I melt
as I smell
the chocolate
cascade
as it flows from the
sky
and descends
to such a madening
tempting hell on
which it sits.
I beg
for a bit
for a bite
for a slice
for a piece
of it all,
and I crouch,
and I bark
and I just want to
try
but then I am fucked
since
“The cake is a lie”
