What Is Bliss? But to have ones heart saturated with all the best ingredients. Chocolate powder, swirled into crystal cubed, brown sugar bumps. Mixed with chilled white milk and Stirred inside endless clarity; Only to be baked into a soft edible fever. Coated with crying, frothed cream, just happy to be apart of something. Half-done,…
So for the last time, she wrapped her lids
around hopeful apparitions, abstract and un-candid.
Imagined herself into her heart, then suddenly became disenchanted.
Esoteric wants, erected & confined to the quaint and quiet quarters of moistened teeth and a wagging tongue.