The Dessert

Golden crust, a heavy round canvas,

pressed flat by eager palms

and the sweet geometry of a fork.

It is a landscape of roasted earth

and amber jars,

where the rich, heavy perfume of crushed peanuts

meets the sudden, bright shock

of cocoa drops.

In the warmth of the oven,

they soften into obsidian pools—

chocolate rivers pausing

in the thick, sandy dunes of dough.

Edges crisp to a toasted brown,

while the center remains a secret:

chewy, tender, and impossibly rich.

No need for dainty slices;

just bring the silver spoons

and a tall, cold glass of milk.

A celebratory wedge of pure comfort,

crumbly and sweet,

baking the kitchen in pure joy.