I wish I was a box of chocolates
That could open up to you
You see
It was a long process
To make these chocolates
But they are oh, so sweet
Unlike anything you've tasted before
Eat me
Please
I want you to enjoy them

If I could give you
Just one of my sweet chocolates
I know I wouldn't be able to stop
I would give you my recipe
Craft your chocolates for you
Forget I had a box of my own
And deplete it entirely

Years ago,
Your chocolates
Fell right into my mouth
I swallowed them whole
And I didn't enjoy them at all
Because I was starving
I hadn't eaten in months
But now I've starved you completely

My trauma left you with nothing
I would do anything to change that
I can't help but want to
Because I'm better now
I've replenished myself
I want to return the favor
Break me
Bruise me
Eat all of my chocolates whole
It only seems fair
That I let you consume me
In the way that I consumed you

But now I have to accept
With all the hard work I've done
The work I never thought I could do
That I only have enough chocolates for myself
And you have to find your own recipe

The horse breathes in the city, the world of unrelenting pistons
And steam from the jingling harness, and the jangling windows
That reflect the bolting sparrows like fire arrows in the coming night,
Viennese darkness is like the smell of the chocolatier mixed with snow,
Sealed in a sachertorte with the alley-crack of the riding whip on coach,
Viennese sunshine is like the baker’s soul, rising on flashing coppers and tins.

You expected a girl,
your own notion of femininity.
You expected me to laugh, to talk,
but only in bubbles,
Wonka’s fizzy lifting drink.
You expected to float
on my wiles
I’d heft you up while you cruise.
Well, you get nothing.
You lose.
Good day, sir.

She's like a dark chocolate bar
As close as possible to being pure
While still being refined,
Presented with perfect lines
All neat and organized
To be broken and shared
So that everyone can taste her melt in their mouths
Even the over zealous biters...

Tastes bitter to me

Gold and silver streaks of light across the night sky,
A city of stars, beneath her eyes they flash like neon lights,
Chocolate kisses and ice cream sundaes, tinkling ice,
Heart-shaped dimple, the curve of your cheek,

City of stars beneath her eyelids, flashing neon lights
Brick wall, bright sky, untied Timberlands, grip like a vise,
The heart-shaped dimple in the curve of your cheek,
Your breaths match perfectly with mine.

Brick wall and bright sky, Timberlands grip your feet like a vise,
Hiding in the back of the library, giggles and sighs,
Our breaths match, you’re perfect, are you mine?
Fingers slip through mine, soft fluttering eyelashes, a sign.

Hidden in the back of the library, giggling and a sigh,
Heads thrown back, hair twirling like kites in the breeze,
Fingers slip into mine, eyelashes softly flutter, give me a sign.
I can feel your heartbeat, we’re floating above the rest of the world.

Heads thrown back, hair twirling, flying kites in the breeze.
Chocolate, kisses, ice cream, Sundays with the sound of tinkling ice.
I can feel your heartbeat, we’re floating above the rest of the world,
Gold and silver streaks, together we light up the night sky.

Oatmeal star

Is that your hand
in the cookie jar?

Go for burn
where chocolate heavens
meet that interstellar souffle

There we'll melt together
as the dark side
of the Milky Way