Comfort Food

I burrow down to hide
In the comfort of your softness
To bury my unruly emotions
In the air pockets of your dough
That which makes my tongue
Swim in dripping saliva
The waft of your steaming aroma
Causing involuntary swallows
Aching to lather you in golden butter
Masticate my worries away
Just one bite of the baker’s art
Transported in my bread chariot
From hell to heaven
If only for a few seconds

Debbie Gravett © 2019.05.01

RDP: Bread
Image by Couleur from Pixabay

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