I’d come home expecting you beside the vase of my dying rose.
Melted chocolate lay in a puddle;
had I left you too long?
Longing to satisfy this bitter sweet craving
I went back to the “Bitter Chocolate Café”
It’s difficult to peruse a bar when the
items for sale are dimly lit.
Something dragged me from my shopping
into a rose colored light.
Suddenly “I” was a fine piece of chocolate,
melting in the thin cover I wore.
My scent just right,
He’d found his Bitter Sweet Bar!
Rachealgrace Adams…………..11/03/10………………©……………………………
It's funny how much I relate to this. You never know where or how you'll find your bitter sweet bar.
ReplyDeleteI know Anthony, there comes a time when we all have made trips to the Bittersweet Cafe.
ReplyDeleteOh, my!!! Oh, my!
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