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