My mouth starts to water as
The waitress saunters
In my direction
My gaze fixated
On the plate
That looks like
An extension of her hand
I can see a little piece of
Chocolate heaven
Peeking over
As she draws closer
Finally
After what seems like an eternity
The culinary masterpiece is before me
I drink in its beauty.
The cut
Shows the brilliant confidence
Of the server
Knife in hand
Searching perfect dimensions
Chocolate
Gives bursts of scent
Pleasuring my senses
Awakening longing in my taste buds
I lift my fork
Knowing that with this instrument
I will wreak havoc
I plunge into the soft layers
Drawing down chocolaty cheese layers,
Until I hit Oreo crust
Then with a flick of my wrist
This too
Is on my fork
I lift it
My tongue glistening
To my mouth
An explosion of taste occurs
Leaving my face with a smile
A mouth-watering piece!
ReplyDelete"I lift my fork knowing that with this instrument I will wreak havoc," is very much the moment in which decision culminates in action. I don't think that violence does not reflect beauty unless that beauty is a standardised concept and does not stir emotions. In other words, this is ecstasy passionately expressed.
ReplyDeleteOh my .... Your words melt in our mouths.... you've cooked up a fab choc. souffle. "drink in it's beauty" my dear.
ReplyDeleteMiss,
ReplyDeletePardon my intrusion but this was simply perfect!
Mmmm... so early in the day for such a delectable treat.
ReplyDeletelovely writing Tracie!!!