Touch of marshmallow plumpness Clove and cinnamon (and nutmeg!) scent Hint of ginger, zest and life Take a thick sip and dive into it Sweet and splendid, rush of Sugar– it’s in the chocolate and cream! What I wouldn’t do For a taste of them both– A Taste of Chocolate and Chai ~ Sammicakes
Tag: happy poem
worn out words | poem
thoughts travel without passports or permission; love cannot be contained in the human body, so it now grows in the oak trunk of an endless tree. time threads us together in loose, haphazard seams; dreams contain all my greatest fears and fantasies, so now I plant them in the mulch beneath tall grasses to grow…
Sammicakes 