Last night I saw the future... chocolate cake with chocolate fudge and pieces of chocolate in it. Nothing beats chocolate with chocolate amalgamated with more chocolate.
je deteste chocolate -- a poem by yours truly, d.w.downing
i gave the stuff up some 7 or more years ago, i used to gorge myself on copious amounts of the stuff, baking cookies, making decadent cocos with meringue on top, chocolate bars, chocolate chips, chocolate clusters, chocolate hips.
i even perfected the art of making chocolate truffle, and then began using it as a pie filling with a fudge brownie pie dough and chocolate ganache topping, bits of dark chocolate shaved atop for garnish, i was a chocolate fiend, once i baked 3 of those pies in a month, just for my own decadent pleasure...
i had to quit... i just had to.... now, chocolate haunts my dreams, my wills my screams, i awake some mornings and check all the dishes in the sink, look in the mirror to make sure its not on my face.... having dreamed i floundered myself on a chocolate cake with chocolate cherry frosting....
i had to quit do you understand me, i couldn't take it anymore, and now.... it hunts me, it haunts me like some madman in the night.... or some lost love come to murder me... oh the torture of a bakery, the utter agony of a coffee shop, the inhumanity of a holliday gift tray!
chocolate, why must you love me so, and why cant our love be a real one, but i know, if i let you back into my life, you will just begin creeping back into my pies, and then where we will we be.... on the couch, with a bowl of frosting, topless and in love....
smeared cheek to blinding cheek with your brown dare i say.... chocolaty goodness, enthralled in madness, innervating my tastebuds, consummating my desires, extraditing every last morsel from the bottom of the bowl with my finger tips, smacking my lips in utter ecstasy... oh chocolate... can it be?
NO!
no i say no, i wont let it be, it can not be, you have no power over me, and i must say humbly; i have controll i will not allow myself to be ruled to be oppressed by a confectionery trifle, the flavor of haste, a soothing goodness, a bittersweet love which i dare not taste...
no, chocolate, you shall cross my lips no more... for our love...
it can not be.... our love..... can not be..... not you and me, oh chocolate please.... leave... me be....
