Cannoli

Dear

Sir

Did you

Really just

Taste for the first time

A fine Italian cannolo

Your trip to the city of Boston, Massachusetts

Has broadened your culinary outlook way past pub bangers and mash and shepherd’s pie

Opened you up to the vast cuisine of agreeable sweet foods and your tongue to the sugary flavors of chocolate and vanilla crème

But dear sir I hope concern for your waistline denied you prior cannoli opportunities and not a lack of expansive gastronomic discernment or having an after dinner fling might be quite boring and dull

©kcasady2014

Fork

My dear madam
cannoli
such a silly name
for such a delicious treat
my first time
yes
but it has come to my attention
that you have never tasted a cannolo
oh you've looked upon them with admiration
but the lusciousness of sweet ricotta and bits of chocolate
wrapped in a round flakey shell has not yet passed your lips
well madam
tis time for you to embark on your own culinary journey
lest you lose sight of the prize
the wonderment your mouth shall endure
your tongue wends its way through the smooth but mundane cream
it trips over a crumb

you play with it for a moment

wondering

you bite
a tad of chocolate implodes
I watch your face
I lean close
I smell the deliciousness on your breath
see pleasure float through your eyes
how I must restrain myself
you take a second piece
offer it up to my waiting mouth
the fork slides from my lips
I join your exaltation
your gallivant through a heretofore unknown Sicilian paradise
a rhapsodic bliss of texture and sweetness

its origins hinting at fertility

a celebration of ancient fecundity

alas this desirous little tube

this cannolo leaves me spent

©kcasady2014

Dung Beetle

Dear sir

Please tell me why you need a therapist

Perhaps too much

Too soon

There are the

Nuclear perks

Splendid

Sumptuous

Plentiful

Unforeseen and lovely

But alongside the

Inconvenient annoyances

Unwanted attention

Microscopic examination

Brooding over the impossible desire to accommodate

And the difficult decisions ahead

Stay or go

Fly to greater heights

Soar to extraordinary

Shedding veracity

Or remain unexpected

By means of unpredictable honesty

And idiosyncratic quirkiness

Hovering just above unusual

Well sir

God speed

May your journey be mindful

And your process abundant

Dotted with awkward rewards and startling revelations

May you dig like a dung beetle

Past your quivering exoskeleton

Laying fertile eggs in palpable tissue

Finally encircling truth

©kcasady2014

Angel Dive

My dear madam

Your nosiness intrigues me

You ask me to trust you

Allow you past my hard-won persona

My dung beetle exoskeleton 

That I permit you to angel dive into a crystal pool dyed red with clotted information

Choking you as you rise to its surface

Guided by false sunbeams peering through the muck

Pulling yourself through tendrils of random words and phrases

Meaningless to you

Slowing your rise

Clogging your throat and burning your lungs as you gasp for air

Suffocating you even as you reach out

And I must plunge in after you

For I know the way through my thoughts

Jumbled and dangerous

Like a giant hippo’s crushing jaws

No place for a woman I tell you

But you plugged your ears with love

Now I must save you from drowning within me

And you struggle so

Pound my chest with your meager fists

Kick my shins through the thick drivel

Taking us to the murky bottom

Even as I retrieve our souls

But in the end 

As you lie silky in my arms

Catching your breath

You unplug your love stuffed ears 

And hear the beating of our hearts

©kcasady2014