Poems of Barak Al'Mondia
Piece of cake
i look at her an silently i know the fate,
of the black forest strawberry cake as she pulls the plate,
closer to her beautiful self.
gently... more so delicately she holds the fork
and i cant take my eyes off-
her immaculate fingers as they tighten on the fork's shaft,
with necessary force she drives the fork into the cake- she smiles to herself.
i look as she brings it closer to her mouth-
a series of events unfold: