The Craving

 

All day long I have been dreaming about sweet things,

Peach soft kisses and berry rings.

Straw-red whispers on my tongue,

Cherry heat where hunger sung.

I crave it all, that sugar call.

The melt, the swirl, the rise, the fall.

A rich slice of cheesecake, velvet and bold,

Stories in the crust, butter and gold.

A funnel cake dusted with joy from the fair,

Powdered laughter dancing through air.

And oh, that pound cake, one pound of grace,

Sweetness slow like a turtle’s pace.

I’m not just hungry, I’m remembering,

Every bite of a roasted marshmallow, a soft surrendering.

Because sweetness is not just taste, it is peace.

It is the moment my craving meets release.