Pumpkin Cheesecake
What a conundrum
By this, I mean the thought of
You
You tickle at my taste buds
Take me hostage, by death of sweet
Tooth
Can you even stand to blame me
When for so long, I've been
Lonely?
I hate to be such
A girl, but I miss the sense of
Touch
He used to sneak up behind me, laughing
"Guess who?" as he covered up
My eyes
But I don't quite miss him so much
As I miss his affection, as
I miss being the focus of
Attention
Is that so wrong,
To want something to cozy up with on
A freezing, mist- filled morning?
You
Scream comfort, like the bear I've had
Since I was three
And with just a hint of spice
You beckon me
Into your steamy sauna, fog loosening my
Dress
Afterwards, you cover me with your
Own jacket, unlike the smelly hoodie
In my closet that was
His
(That I just don’t have the heart,
Though it’s been months,
To throw away)
So for now,
I’ll just pretend that I’m not staring
At this plate, imagining the
Person
I could create if you were once personified
Food is the best aphrodisiac
And
Looking at you, I know I can’t go back
Because I have to wait for someone
Real to make me feel this way
Someone quite like you, pumpkin cheesecake
Copyright © Annalee Pierce | Year Posted 2011
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