A BOP form.
a choux pastry heart flakes
as other eat from it
their own fill
allow each savory piece to hit their
tongue and they smile
only to be grateful and leave the crumbs behind
but I have also offered it
intention and sincerity - the jam
been the charcuterie to this pastry
received offerings back
and reveled in the continuum of flavors
on my lips
and somehow all that is left is the evidence that we were both here once
I lock myself behind lock and key
gape at the goodies available in my chest
Do not touch - they prick their fingers
Still — I am unable to bloom in this darkness
so I open up - and offer to share my overflowing delicacies despite the rain