cake poem

you nibble away
at the edges
of a cake.
a small bite
here, a knife left
on the dish
for that late
night sliver
as you stand in
the light
of the icebox.
you lift it
to your open mouth.
the icing on
your lips.
a trail of cold
sweet
crumbs follows
you up
the stairs.
and when you
awaken
in the morning,
wanting more
you suddenly
realize
that's how you feel
about her.