Infinities pastries we are.
Buttery layered lovers of God.
Some crunchy,
Some bittersweet.
All of us nutty in our embrace.
The divine sweet tooth calls us,
Propels us.
Imploring bite in,
Use both hands.
Lick your plate.
Now is no time to diet.
Nor for reducing the fat in your secret recipes.
Love large.
Love as only you can.
Drench yourself in honey.
Roll around in the violets.
Scoop yourself up with a sugar coated spoon and serve.
We are all hungry for the taste that only you can give.
Please,
Do not worry about the crumbs you might leave in your lover's beard.
Or if your batter is free of lumps.
There is no time to waste.
There is no right way to kiss.
All lips open the beloved's door.
This is how I love,
Whispers your tongue.
So why not open wide and belt it out?
The trees are already humming along,
Shamelessly draping their embrace over the earth for all of these years.
And what do you think those insects buzz on about,
Stirred as they are by the sun's sweaty song?
And those waxy gardenias,
Luxuriating in their own luscious scent?
Listen,
This is the way I love.
This is the way.
Love.
