Scald my heart, breath so tight,
the trick’s in keeping the heat just right.
Permeate from bottoms to cheeks,
in the oil we’re immersed-
I am luscious, annular, crispy sweet.
But the peril of saturation
is a danger not oblique-
why must I drown in this pot of an
absorption incomplete?
I’ve never yet made it right,
just a simple fool for pure delights.
Bitter greasy memories that stay
hellish, cold and crueler every day,
So I try my might and scald my heart;
I’m told the trick’s in keeping far apart.
JA/2013
Did you make that poem? Haha that’s funny, but true!
yes I did. Poem and crullers both. Thank you.
Yes, funny how description of sizzling cruller is apt for aspects of a person’s life too. I was trying to picture the cheeks on the cruller though….
Those soft rounded tops are like cheeks, especially when the glaze hardens- so smooth and lovely to touch….
Let’s eat!
they went quick!
somehow fold in that evil lady from One Hundred and One Dalmatians
Cruella, never would a cruller do
to squeeze some kindness out of you.
Even if I made in like
a chocolate with vanilla stripe,
the sweetness wouldn’t move your soul
to leave a puppy at his bowl.
jessica
yes
You know I love hearing your name echoing
I may be Echo
I have a weakness for beautiful nymphs