Second February - 21/02/18

happy anniversary

I called cinnamon sickness,

suffocated by its cloying film.

She's the drift of maple pastry

that guides a dozy dog to bakery.

With gingerbread breath,

(between nonsense and idolatry)

she tells me -

"eat".

So I eat -

just not when it's too sweet.

Reviews

[Mari' Emeraude]

I feel the need to go brush my teeth! Wonderful little poem chalk full of calories!! ;p