The Tiny Delicacy

I feel like an innocent child, again!
Running down the street amid the frosty air

Clutching tight my childhood treat
Oh, I can feel it, warm and gooey!

Yes, a piece of chocolate - a marvellous creation
One that is crafted with memories
Those days of my tender childhood
Those fantasies of my naive youth

What pleasure it was, I wish to relish now
Like the nugget of wonder in my pocket!

And oh, the same rich sweetness
Hugged my darling's apron too
The intense rich aroma
Of dried coffee and cacao
Oh, how I yearn for it today!

While my tongue swirls the sweet sticky treat
The chocolate, thick as heavy clay
Smears itself inside my mouth
Only to carry me away, beyond the heavens
Like the devastating passion she struck in me

While I bite into this sliver of beauty
The crunchy almonds crack up in delight
Like her cute childlike giggles
The treacle steadily oozes on my tongue
Freed from its prison of rich cocoa

Oh, it is melting away
Like the youth fantasies we dreamt together
On the moist grass, under the twinkling stars
Lost amid the lively throng
Never will these eyes lock with mine again
Lest it should leave a tender twinge in my heart

The aroma of roasted cocoa beans
Still lingering on my tongue
The only aroma that tickles my nostrils
To awaken my long-lost dreams
My hopes, my fantasies

What more could a bite of luxury carry?

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