the pastry chef

you fall in love
with a gourmet
pastry chef.
it's wonderful
at first.
she's always
covered in flour
and sugar,
pieces of
melted chocolate
and butter
cling to her
white uniform
like medallions.
she smells
like a warm
oven full
of rising
pans of sweet breads
and cookies.
you can't get
enough of her.
and when you make
love
there are sugar plums
dancing
in your head,
and real ones
on the nightstand.
but it wears thin
over time.
it's too much
sweetness
and your eyes
stray across
the room to a butcher
in a tall white
hat, she's slicing
a lean cut
of meat in
the kitchen, you
like the way
she holds a knife.