dessert
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i still remember the jar of cookies
you hid behind the picture frames
the sweet buttery smell that wafted out everytime you cracked it open,
"shhhh" you whispered with a sly grin on your face
our little secret
i've always been attracted to challenges.
something about the chase,
the feeling of always wanting more,
the hunger that gnaws at you from the inside,
Dearest cannoli, of chocolatey lore
I could never desire but anything more
Than your sugary goodness, so wonderfully sweet,
I could never imagine a more fetching treat
Fried black bananas
white sweet goat cheese
thick pale and yellowing like an old wound
Shiny crinkled scabbing edging the the grill-marks where
burnt Brown sugar
Once upon a time, in Arendelle
There was princess Anna and in love she fell
Her sister, Queen Elsa, so strong and so bold
Could manipulate weather, and make everything cold
Bitter like licorice, but sweet like honey
Soft, melt in yo mouth, kinda soft
Spicy, salty, nutty, crunchy
A drop of cinnamon, a taste of caramel
Add a pinch of brown liquor, and you've got
The Good Stuff
In a crystal clear ocean of coconut juice,
The basil seeds doted the landscape
Like tiny black islands.
They are mixed with sugarcane and longan trees
Reaching together for the sun
You know what?
Icing is the best.
It's a fact at this point.
But what's left once you've scooped up the last of the heavenly cream?
You know what.
It's cake that's the best.
Who doesn't love cake.
If I were on a desert island
I would probably already have everything I needed because technically
“Desert” and
“Desserted” are two separate thing entirely
The landscape is barren
The wind blown is warm
Some bathe in the sunlight
Some burn with its scorn
Some lie there in waiting
With unquenchable thirst
Except the water is gone
you caught me upon a fallen starand wished me away to thedesert Mars.
A dead plain with foreign menof simple things in a nightmare,
awaken me to humanity.
