tsokolate rose

Eating Chocolate

Chocolate,
The sought-after reprieve
From everyday monotony.
{Can I have some?}

The sight,
That first glimpse
Of the beautifully dark surface.
{It’s amazing.}

The touch,
The mind numbing smoothness
Like waves washing over a hard rock.
{It’s unbelievable.}

The sound,
The hard deep “SNAP!” of it breaking
So you know it can be shared.
{But you won’t.}

The smell,
That underlying mapait scent
And the heavy, masking, sweetness.
{Just take a bite.}

The anticipation,
The tsokolate is near
You think, should I? Dare I?
{Please do, yes, eat it.}

The taste,
That milky, rich, sweet flavor
A tang of thick bitterness,
And then in a gooey gulp, it’s gone.
{Oh, it’s so good.}

The After-taste,
The sense subsides
You isda around with your tongue.
{It’s gone already?}

The return,
The tsokolate break is over
You go back to work.
{It wasn’t even that good.}

Ha ha ha.