We sweet.

Delicacies that delicately
grace the spread of our sheet
where we've convened to eat
soft..and round, brown mounds..on this satiny
bed of down
that fluffs
when we huff and we puff
and we blow.

Without instruction
or
inhibition,
we measure up
to confection perfection.

We are chocolate chips in our own secreted, congealed stickiness;
in the thicky thicknesses
of sweet sugar brown batter..cups full.
..smackin n dabbin n stabbin in middles..
spoonin, our mouths full
till mornin.
We bake
in the heat of this love that we make;
..We are..
golden, gooey, chocolately brown and cinnamon
..heart-shaped chocolate chips..
..chocolate covered pretzel bits..
- twisted up -
2
moresouls
making love
till we crumble,
crumpled and rumpled,
soggy..tender
like
we've been
soakin
in
milk.