Cake

Cake


    Cake
Because I woke too late in morning bed, I
only glimpsed a yellow dress
swirling out the door, and

limey me wondered: what
does love feel like, Sugar girl
if making love is not like
having love, or cake
for breakfast thoughts
although

I felt so warm in bed
even after you left, and

it feels as if I’ve taken a hot-soak
bubble bath of laughs with you
to giggle bubble the day

Oh say
can I have your cake
and bake it too, or

maybe pie
with cream and Key lime

maybe
if there’d be

a drink for us to
gin up the love
I’d define it by

lemon and lime,
with Sugar