When I'm with you, I'm rolled in sugar.
I leave behind the mundanity of cookie cutters
I leave behind the mundanity of cookie cutters
To be whisked away by your adventure.
I trade cinnamon and vanilla
For the excitement of cardamom
Or the oil of anise.
With you by my side,
My face is iced in pigments of pink.
For once I live not by recipe
Because I achieve perfection
With the ingredient of you.
But when we depart,
My face is besprinkled with salt.Christina Rand
Best Poem Ever!
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