Barry Conway


The Cherry Cake - Poem by Barry Conway

THE CHERRY CAKE

THE CHERRY CAKE,
SEDUCTIVE TEMPTRESS,
IN IT'S CELLOPHANE BIKINI,
PARADES ITSELF UPON THE PLATE,
WITHIN MY OWN FATE.
SWEET AND JUICY,
IT'S RICH PERFUME,
INTOXICATES MY SENSES.
MY BODY MOISTENS,
IN EXPECTANT ANTICIPATION,
OF ARRIVAL,
SURVIVAL,
NO LONGER AN ISSUE,
AS IT SIGNALS,
TO THE SCANTILY CLAD CHOCOLATE,
IT'S SULTRY FRIEND,
THE DENIZEN,
OF MY WEAKENING DEFENSES.

THE CHERRIES,
PLUMP THEIR LIPS,
STRENGTHENING THEIR GRIP,
IN THEIR FOUNDATION OF WHEAT,
FOREVER CLOSE TO THE EDGE,
OF THE SLAB,
COURTING IMMINENT DANGER.

I RESIST.

IT IS ONLY MINUTES,
TILL MY LAST AFFAIR,
WHERE I FLUNG MYSELF,
IN ABANDONMENT,
OF THE CONSEQUENCES,
INTO THEIR ARMS,
THEIR HORNS,
FORSWORN,
IN IT'S PROMISE,
OF JOYFUL ECSTASY,
RELENTLESS,
IN IT'S DESIRE,
TO CONSUME ME.

I RESIST.

BUT,
OH WHY IS THERE ALWAYS A BUT?
THE MEMORY,
OH THE MEMORY!
OF THE LAST LOVE,
SO SWEET,
LINGERS UPON MY FINGERS,
LINGERS ON MY MIND,
SWIMS STILL UPON MY TONGUE,
SO WITH EACH TICKING SECOND,
VICTORY BECKONS,
FOR THE MESSAGE SUGAR SENDS,
DEPENDS,
UPON IT'S IRRESISTIBLE LURE,
SO SURE,
IN IT'S VICTORY.

I SUCCUMB,
AND EVERY CRUMB,
EVERY CRUMB,
IS DEVOURED,
IN DEFEAT,
LEAVING ME,
IN REGRET,
WITHOUT MORE CHERRY CAKE.

Topic(s) of this poem: fate, food, humour, resistance, sexuality, temptation


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 11, 2017



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