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Toast loves Milk

“Milk and toast.”


On the kitchen counter she waits:
delicate and raw; pale and melodious.
My crusted dreams carrying this vista
of the real bliss in the kitchen sitting
before my unripe eyes she gores my world.
With one splash, a coy white dive;
all curves into glass- escaping the carton cage.
 
All fragments of melancholy dispatched in cinders,
and a new tingling begins below my edge
as I sink into the calming coals of the toaster.
Here I feel the deft flames tighten my skin
and my crumbling becomes a hardened rattle.
 
I see nothing, but flickering of digging fire-
pulling me into their black meddling; smoke.
Too awake for shedding my dreams, I feel
her wet caress in the distance; calling me ready.
My crust stretching blackness, sealing the wait.
 
As my height gropes air, and I tumble a sigh
my existence of bread unshackled, metamorphed
poised like a prince, fresh from flight, another sigh.
There the glass rests, upon the counter it grips
but an emptiness. A colossal bottomless nothing.
 
All seeking is shed and my terminal entrails
drift into an unbridled tide of littering pieces
with the falling below, my world tipsy dizzy
until the distance takes my wheat and white dreams.