the things I cannot have
the fantasies I indulge in
like dipping into buttercream
rich frosting coating thin skin
thick with what ifs
full with
possibilities
tantalizing
fragrant
yet destabilizing to
my current reality
mmmm
but it’s so close
I can taste it
on my tongue
I wonder
if the taste
would go away
with time
dulled to smooth
stone like all
that came before
momentary
beauty
nothing
lasts forever
so indulge
indulge
let the mind wander
but make it stop
reason says
because
will the fantasy make me
happier?
or
will the richness
eventually
melt down my fingertip
and drop to the floor
carpet staining
sweetness pooling
with regret
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