david wesley writes

Monday, February 04, 2008

cake.

the taste of birthday cake; rich and smothered in white velvet.
have you ever wanted to be the taste i crave?
i know you have.
i know you well.
frosted flowers in a boquet meant for eating.
vines creep down the birthday cake, and keep it planted to the table.
i taste the cake, rich like a kennedy,
done up in white velvet like you.

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