Delta40
01-23-2011, 06:31 AM
I've been baking sweets
in my dreams again,
as if I yearn
to be nourished.
Cherries and chocolate,
pleasurable romance,
indulgent sensuality.
You loosen my apron strings
as if to free me
from kitchen drudgery.
I light a cigarette
and feel the heat rise.
Smoke rings act as signs
that intimate occasions
make me anxious.
I flee the kitchen, choking
along the winding path
of a gusty cliff edge.
You pursue me
and dare to laugh at my fear
as I teeter on the verge.
I ponder your reckless choice
to take the plunge without thinking.
I always wake before you land.
Cool and still, you lie beside me.
Cherries and chocolate
remain my eternal leap of faith.
I go back into the kitchen
and tie the knot of my apron.
in my dreams again,
as if I yearn
to be nourished.
Cherries and chocolate,
pleasurable romance,
indulgent sensuality.
You loosen my apron strings
as if to free me
from kitchen drudgery.
I light a cigarette
and feel the heat rise.
Smoke rings act as signs
that intimate occasions
make me anxious.
I flee the kitchen, choking
along the winding path
of a gusty cliff edge.
You pursue me
and dare to laugh at my fear
as I teeter on the verge.
I ponder your reckless choice
to take the plunge without thinking.
I always wake before you land.
Cool and still, you lie beside me.
Cherries and chocolate
remain my eternal leap of faith.
I go back into the kitchen
and tie the knot of my apron.