I knew that voice...
..so familiar and unmistakably.. divine.
I found the courage to look her in eyes as she said
"I'm not upset that you've been gone,
I'm just so happy you're back."
Those blue eyes.
As I gazed, I knew then that I believed in my heart
her every last syllable.
Each and every last word
was *divine.
Perfect-
were it only such a thing to be.
..raw..
if you call this fantasy, you don't see the darkness,
if you call it dark, you quite fail to note the fantasy!
Based on a true story about me fining my 20cm^2 baking pan for making cake, but there are some artistic liberties taken, notably:
I am not usually regarded as being female,
and my baking pan neither has blues eyes nor a divine voice, or any voice really, that I can immediately remember, at least.
Really, the plot is "I can be bat-**** crazy" and "I have cake."
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1108998/magical-mochablack-magic-cake/(Wowie! Talk about over-romanticizing!)