And So It Is With Cake

With pounding heart, my cautious tongue

Tests your sweetness on my lips.

And greedily I draw it in

As if the hours, the days, the weeks I spent,

When I lived and breathed, as others do

With not one solitary thought of you,

Had never been.

And if I could I would devour

Every tiny honeyed crumb.

As many and as much I may,

As if the smiles, the joy, the love I felt

When I sighed and swooned, as lovers do,

With not one fleeting fear of you,

Had never been.