Pablo wants to do with Matilda
what spring does with cherry trees


He longs to perfume the room
with a lately-opened bloom
when life gifted him lemons
not having, but making heaven
the best of everything's given

The milk in the fridge will whip
into smooth china silk
soon licking the dry lips
She didn't cry over the scalded milk
like he had with his love spilled.

She chose to chocolate fudge it
those essential ingredients
expediently leftover in the grudging shelf
pairs so well with plain vanilla
chemist says it is pure medicinal

Fella won't know what he's getting
from life's chocolate boxes
hidden beneath few good rocks
birds, beauty and not a beast
If only enough is as good as he feasts


Paula wants to reveal with Matthew
what autumn does with maple trees