Blueprint in Sugar
(after )
dough — the nut
round, risen,
secretly tender
éclairs — bolts
sleek barrels
brimming with custard resolve
washers —
flat wafers of caramel snap
kissed round by a cutter’s rim
slid between chew and cream
to keep the whole from
unravelling
torque and teaspoons
tighten sugar‑threads
’til they sing under tension
ganache runs
in straight, clean rivulets —
the plumbing of a dream
and when the blueprint is eaten
every nut, bolt, wafer gone
we sweep the table
free of crumbs
left only with
the memory
of how sweet
structure
can be
.