The cake is a lie

 

 

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”