A dream gave me the idea for this poem. I wrote the first draft as soon as I woke up. :)
Making Cookies
c. Linda Smith
I wrap my hand around yours and kiss your neck as we
cream butter and sugar together.
Your sari is bright and soft under my mouth as
we dance in time to your limp
to the refrigerator for eggs.
Vanilla haunts the walls
as the oven works magic.
You always
forget melted chocolate burns.
I lick your tongue all better.
Your sweetness surpasses all others.
Someday, I will lose you to the rot in
your bones.
But not today.
Today, these cookies are perfection.
