The Dessert

The golden curve of a banana,
its freckles telling tales of sunlit days,
nestled beside cream cheese dreams—
soft as the sigh of a lover’s embrace.

Crust crumbles beneath tender fingers,
graham crackers crushed with intention,
like memories shattered and pieced anew;
melted butter glistens in warm sunlight,
binding together secrets sweetened by time.

A dance begins—the mixer whirls,
a symphony of sugar and spice;
cream spills over edges like laughter.
Banana slices cascade in slow motion,
their vibrant yellow—a burst of joy,
each bite a promise kept in silence.

I fold in hope with every swirl,
the richness enveloping all doubts—
each layer a story waiting to unfold.
The cheesecake rises like dreams at dawn,
creamy clouds that cradle longings unspoken.

Chilled in solitude until evening descends—
then served on plates adorned with love;
the first forkful brings forth an awakening—
an explosion of flavor painting smiles bright.

We savor each morsel under starlit skies;
time melts away like chocolate drizzled warmth—
in this moment we are whole again.