It is unfortunate but true
I have been kidnapped by the gods
Of chocolate.
First they gave it to me with caramel
then they covered it with whip cream,
and I was hooked.
They say the world is green, black.
Whatever.
It is brown.
It dominates my thoughts
It is the sex I’m not having,
And the soul I long for
In the cold in the bitter cold
Where coco beans don’t grow.
what i love about these pieces is that you integrate food into beautiful words that contain humor but wouldn’t be considered ‘funny’
and, i can relate my dear.