When Life Is A Hot Fudge Sundae

Promised paradise

formed in such succulence

passions wait its syrup taste

 

Dreaming perfection

expecting heaven’s sugar

fingers reach towards delight

 

Spoon scoops the first bite

Thinking it holds happiness

Mouth swallows magic

Mind sees it as forever

Before one’s hopes start to melt

 

sundae

frozen pleasures

slowly thaws of its charms

joy turns into sorrow’s messy

dessert

 

vanilla sweet snow

dissolves into tainted muck

life’s stomach learns truth