Gripped and thick in wets and sauce

(trust shifts in sugar and salt)

suck your fingers clean and move on,

indebted to brownies imbedded with spite

pernicious cakes glazed and powdered

one fork, one target tongue, one hundred sets of teeth

chew it, instantly masticating,

instigating masturabation.

and even while you cooked for me

you looked at him;

butter’s an emulsifier

but her blends were fixed, frosted and fucked.

and by the bite, my

precious crush was munched to dust.