The Chocolate Woman
Nancy L'enz Hogan
They gave her a lethal dose of
chocolated
as her gift
Really fine pieces, not
chocolates confected at a fancy farm
not chocolates rustled up on a stove -
O, no -
drooling, sucking, smacking primo pieces these were,
with internal parts
heretofore unknown to
the probing tongue of man
slurpily liquid, dripping down the clutching fingers
yummily gummed together
dark, passionate, bittersweet
like an interracial love relationship
She couldn't stop, couldn't stop
Flopped she across the bed, legs spread
arms flung above her head
inflated cheeks walloping the mattress
while they swalloed up her ears
like a pair of pink fluffy pillows
Before the chocolate's binge -
earlier i nthat day -
her cheeks had been as dainty as
two small cushions of sachet
