Category: icing

new poem – Butter


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
hold onto that precious cream
and help me
become something
and beautiful.