Chocolate

Warm, melting streams,
The liquid of dreams.

Chunks softening
into sweet cocoa,
that slowly slide
through my oesophagus.

Sweet sugar,
my addiction.
The friction
my tongue creates
As it disintegrates heaven in my mouth.

Gasping, breathing,
my breath taken,
as I awaken from paradise.
The price of digesting reality,
leaves Utopia’s bitter-sweet after-taste.