Untitled - September 05, 2003

It's a long leadup to the window
where noses are pressed against
the cool glass
to watch and ogle
the slow scoops
of rich cream
become delectable dreams.

Into pale white
drizzle drazzle
chocolate brown,
every fold is buried 
into flavored sweetness;
every cranny finds
a nook.

Pounding away on the marbletop,
it's a mish-mash of moments
that begin and end
within the baked flake bowls.

The overflow drips
slowly
down the rim
where it gathers
in a pool of forbidden tastes.

Every spoonful
brings forth a hum of pleasure
until all is forgotten
and attention is consumed
by the veritable
rainbow of tastes
that escape from the rich fudge
and lush brownie cake.