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