Kenneth

"Savoring Malasada" by Kenneth

When I bite into a sugary malasada
the sprinkles of sugar fall from my mouth
like dust blown off a book case
Placing fallen specks over my shirt
and evidence of a murdered pastry
on my lips
The fingers that baked this malasada
knew its hot, fluffy inside would warm a room
knew its sugary, snapping sweetness
would treat me with a messy, sugared smile
As I savor it, ripping into its crunchy, rough skin
Releasing aroma like the mist of a volcano
Fingers that baked this malasada
knew I would crave for its puffed soul
savoring its delicious, round body, thinking
of sweet skin melting softness
and the simple smile of satisfaction
on my face