Someone has
Made a dish
Of deliciousness
For us…
Made it
In fact
With love…
Flan calls
Us…
Teases
Us…
Desires
Us…
To be
Consumed.
Can something
Be made
To taste more
Orange
Than
Orange?
Can it reach
Down into
Our memories
Of orange cream
Pop-cicles
And make it
Smooth as satin
And creamier
Than buttered
Milk?
OH!!! But
My Little
Bird has
Done such
A thing!!!
Coffee ground
Fine bitter
Bed to the sweet
Black ground
As night
Against
An orange
Cream dream
Melting against
All of us
Taste buds
Drowning in flavors
Exploding in
Moans in
Public places
Our favored
Pastime!