I curl back your metallic cloak.
You bask in your baked, tasty goodness
Silver wrapper trails you
Like a superhero, train-of-bride.
- I could place my thumb and forefinger
and squeeze you, uncomfortably.
Squeezy, squishy, pulpy, mushy, until
You bleed your semi-solid crimson
Jam – oozing out.
I relish in the eating of you,
Golden honey-coloured soft bake bar.