Sweet Salvation
You ooze
Like the macaroon middles
You so delicately designed
Your hazelnut centre
Crushed
Encased by something slightly more than air
Jaws biting down
Of those around you
All those hours
Gone
In a single swallow
Empty plate gratification
Sweet salvation
For a macaroon moment
Gone from now
As you lie in bed
Eating your cake
The others made
Not nearly as tenderly
It never tastes as good alone
Copyright © Simmy Lee | Year Posted 2011
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