The Pie

A poem by Julia R. DeStefano

Photo by Kobby Mendez on Unsplash

The Pie

Soft, gooshy, wet -

want what I have.

Mouth watering for me.

Whipped cream, caramel, chocolate drizzle

to get on your face

and stay with you

long after you’ve eaten.

Everything I am -

a taste like no other

full of texture, color,

just-baked heat with the steam rising.

That burst of flavor when you know me.

The surprise inside.

The way I melt around you.

Drip in all the right places.

Missing ingredient found

to explode on your taste buds.

Senses reeling in excitement.

From crust to filling to sauce to topping -

honey, I am a recipe all my own

to be savored.

I am the pie.

© Julia R. DeStefano