Her Voice, Butter

fat and rich,

coat the entrance to my ears

a grand laugh

as impressive as icing

piped onto the sides of

a rococo wedding cake.

sweet cream

melts inside my psychie

comforts of home

vanilla smell wafting.

scrape the butter off the top

of the milk you have been churning in my

soul.

hold onto that precious cream

and help me

become something

delicious,

impressive,

and beautiful.