Of Eyes and toppings

Of eyes, cream and toppings

Mint left in the heat of your breath
Like shallow surprises hidden in every mouthful
taking u away to rooms of clear, flavoured laughter
and leaving behind the grinning aftertaste of one spoon.

The next spoon, and the next, and the next
eat till you can see wooden shear lines behind the bowl
And dropping the spoon,only of little peeks at your soul
Ever the rope-ladder,Blushes and Cries from the cold.

Vanilla and Berries get thrown into the mix
Lighting the ticklish passion - the untold juxtapose
A mask within another. Signature in flourish with a feather
How ever did sweet tender vanilla mix with the mourise juices of berries

as ragged nut toppings sprinkled with love on top of it all
the bowl is now full. Released like little agonies on the platter.
As you stared back into the mirror.
On the edge of your mind, with the little stings like that tip of the blade.


Only this time, you looked back instead
And I. on the binge, ate sour cream, like i always did.



I need a blindfold

Clarence.