Black as night
And topped in frothing white
Wrapped so tight
Under the warming light
A cupcake
Looking moist
Looking choice
The perfect remedy
To my afternoon calling
A cupcake
I bought it
I own it
But just for a moment
Longing – longing to eat it
A cupcake
It cost a five spot
And eighty cents
Surely it must be great
A queen on my cherished plate
A cupcake
Fingers undress it
With the patience of
A starving lover
Bare in my hands I squeeze
A cupcake
Mouth agape and watering
Hands lifting,
Eyes gleaming
Morsel nearing
It Cracks
Fractured
It shatters
Crumbling to the floor
Disintegrating from my desperate grip
Only leaving crumbs upon my digits
And one massive dollop of icing
Stupid stupid Cupcake
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A/N:
I recently found an old journal with a few poems that i had lost track of. This gem was in there, but while I was typing it up i did not understand the title, and even changed it to 'A Cupcake'. But by the end of the poem it was back to 'Vacuum Food' and i was basking in the glow of enlightenment.
Hungry? Did you like it?
Cheers,
-DarthPadre
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