We Make Fudge

The cocoa is melting like I feel when I’m in his arms

Gently, slowly it smothers, and covers the warm pan bottom

I mix the smooth chocolate with the sugar stirring

When we met, I was the sugar he the cocoa

We blended beautifully

The creamy milk bubbles

Reminding me of the way I feel when he comes to me

I stir my lovely chocolate into the bubbly milk

Imagining my skin with his

Two entities black and white twirling swirling

Slowly dissolving forming our love,

Making fudge

I set the table with care

With spoons that will taste the sweet fudge

With the fudge that will feel his soft lips

With a candle that will burn fueled by our passion

And scattered rose petals

By Marina Pickett