Verse for chocoholics.

Seek the cacao tree;
smell the baking batter of cake
laced with nuts and cream;
melt a stick of butter and make

squares of hardened bark,
darker forms to free
the craving soul to take
refuge in that rising steam

from fresh-baked brownies flaked
with almonds; find the stash of bars
put back for hellish days;
mainline a Snickers fix.

Ganache fillings yet to try,
icings begging to be licked,
syruped scoops, dark and white,
butterfat melting over glaze.

Cheap therapy’s bag of tricks:
find the cacao tree, fly
the magic Almond Joystick
to sated needs and wrongs made right.