06/21/2021
6/21 – This past weekend, I found myself adjusting my poetry output to appear more grounded.
Hence:
Dear Dark Chocolate,
Thank you for arriving compressed and easily malleable. I want to explore my senses with your input. My sense of taste shall be tallied as a victor for your richness flooding my tongue. Your soft exterior welcomes my teeth marks. Your shiny casings fell to the floor with little effort. I appreciated that.
The fragrance of cocoa had my eyes watery.
I am so looking forward to moments of mindfulness letting you soften up resting in my mouth. With patience I doubt I’ll need to call on my molars to finish anything. I hope you feel at home and never hesitate being picked first ever again!
