Baked Goods

Baked Goods

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 mmm

and even while you cooked for me
you looked at him;
butter’s an emulsifier
but her blends were fixed, frosted and fff

and by the bite, my
precious crush was munched to dust.