Thursday, May 05, 2011

Stars Fold In

Cookie dough,

Chips embedded,

Nuts enfolded,

The taste its own starburst,


The smile of every memory

That comes from such a taste.

THIS is the best

Ad, the best display,

The best memory,

Laughter, smile.

Show me, she says,

He remembers,

How you took that first bite,

That memory of innocence,

 That first slurp of such joy

 Of taste.

 Decadent? No, purely

 Richly, joy.

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