By Donna

I’m remembering the desire to unfold.
I’m remembering the hesitation each time
as if to view in judgment of my own lack of will power.
I take in this sweet dark goodness
encouraging the caramel middle to surface.
My mouth breaks it down layer by layer
until it flows in the gaps reaching my eye teeth
disturbing the nerves beneath
and all that lie on the same meridian—my heart.
I swallow as he ( I mean IT) melts inside my mouth.
I know Chocolate is bad for me…
the reason I’ve gone months without it.
But something happened today
sparking my cyclical thought process
into gourmet foods
which led my thoughts to wine…
the Whites, then Reds…
and of course the benefits of Reds…
which led to antioxidants..
which led to Dark, Delectable…Chocolate.
Unknowingly licking my finger tips…
licking Chocolate’s taste off my fingers…
needing the taste to be real…for it’s scent to linger.
I miss Chocolate
but he ( I mean IT) is bad for me.
It cooks confusion in a pot mashed up with guilt and love.
A plated presentation coupled with melodies of violins
playing in the distant somewhere in the street.
I do miss Chocolate
but he (I mean IT) is bad for me.
I know now that a year without chocolate
is a permanent moratorium of sorts
a year that will no doubt be more bitter than sweet.