The Cupcake is a Lie

 

 

There was a café at the end of the road

where the patio trickled onto the sidewalk

and umbrellas opened like snowdrop petals

allowing only splatters of sunlight to decorate the plates

placed in front of posied forks and clinking glasses.

At noon we sat with people sipping rosé

and nibbling the edges of pastries:

you with your cupcake, I with my

tart. Your mouth full of mischief, you spoke

with your hands to clear my head and

there was something like sweetness

on your fingers. Words sifted between your eyes and 

a token of my innocence saw the sun

when icing stuck to your bottom lip. 

I barely noticed the tremor in your fingers

when you raised your glass to toast the afternoon or

the acidic taste of the powder I wiped off your nose with my thumb.

 

 

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Your command of imagery and

Your command of imagery and setting is so powerful.


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Thank you. I really love that

Thank you. I really love that people enjoy what I write  :3


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It is enjoyment, for sure,

It is enjoyment, for sure, but it is also admiration, avid interest, and a response that resonates even after the poem's conclusion has been reached, and the reading has ended.  Your poetry is beautiful; your verbal skill is excellent.  


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Thank you so much for saying

Thank you so much for saying that!


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