Cake

Image: Art By Anima

A day,

A week,

A month,

A year,

A lifetime or

Forever

The call is yours

You baked

This cake

Ordered up

And served

Eat,

Don’t eat,

Admire,

Cut it up

Chew it slowly

Curl your tongue

In every bite

At night,

Or day

Share a slice

Or two

The recipe

Still yours

Still tastes

The same

Those chocolate drops

And layers of sponge

All yours

The spark of their delight

A passion for cooking

Stirring a new and bolder

Treat to serve

Perhaps tartier, or not

It’s all in your mix

The call is yours

You baked it

Wrap it well

Save some in the freezer

For piping tea

While looking

At the rain

When needs

And hunger call

Lick its cream

Feel its sugar

On your lips

A slight

Delight

On some

Cold night

Pour some honey

Then dip

And drip

It carefully

Into the mouth

The call is yours

Always was

Always will be

Put it by your easel

Pick up

Your Brush

Pour art on page

The work begun

Wash it down

With water

Feel its slow, flow

The blues

Your hue

To tame

And claim

The immortality of art

Its sweet scent to linger

A drizzled drop of discipline

Two spoons of crunchy work

This cake’s base

That never changes

The rest is toppings