Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Cool is the Way

a poem for Kelly

we melt into the archetype
of homemade nostalgia

of gooey centers
and chocolaty pomp adores

in the kitchens of finer forms
the aroma takes him over

over the boundless scape
red with heavy desire

towards the grinding halt
that life makes us

when we come face to face
with a woman who bakes

1 comment:

Kelly said...

Wow! Thank you, I am so flattered and impressed! :)