A Salted Caramel Stuffed Nutella Cookie
Some days I sulk. Some days I whine.
Some days I pick up a silly fight,
that loses its teeth in 3 minutes 23 seconds.
On other days, I shower you with child-like kisses.
On yet other days, I sit as close to your rib cage, as I humanly can.
So that my brokenness can heal itself, in the warm fire of your soul.
Bask awhile in the snug, toasty glow of your love.
Your embers burning away all that needs to burn away.
All that doesn’t serve me anymore.
My love for you then is a Salted Caramel Stuffed Nutella Cookie,
I have to devour hungrily.
Forgetting all my convent-bred table manners.
A little salty at the edges. A little over-baked at the base.
Yet, warm, mushy, moist, soulful in the centre.
Breaking, crumbling, melting, gratifying, satiating.
All at one gluttonous, impulsive go.
The gooey Nutella sprinkled with salt,
gently filling up the hungry, gaping holes of my soul.
The Salted Caramel, clipping off the cloying sweetness of Nutella.
The Nutella, softening the spiky sharpness of Salted Caramel.
The yin and yang, watchdogs of each other’s excesses.
Reminding me of a tricky tightrope walk
called love, I suppose.