(Inspired by Untitled 369
by Paddington T. Bear)
We sit on opposite sides
the table between us;
mahogany, scarred by time;
we ourselves scarred, yet whole.
The dish sits in the center.
I watch as you pour the spirit
into the ladle and warm it from below
with a match
Your eyes touch mine and warm my soul.
You grin -
(I love that smile )
and your eyes twinkle;
wrinkle at the corners.
I am drawn back to the concoction
you are creating.
The dark red orbs haphazardly lie
nestled against the white cream.
They wait, lusting for the moment
of white hot heat
that will set them aflame,
completing them.
The liquid fire
spills onto the mounds of creamy goodness.
One cherry bursts from within.
the flame dies down, subsides.
We share one spoon
feeding from each other -
two together, but one joined
in the melding of two hearts,
sharing the luscious dessert;
a combination of cool turned hot,
tart and sweet -
with a bite.
© Ellie Maziekien
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