freshly baked

she sends you a photo
of a pie,
freshly baked,
still hot.
you can almost see
the steam and feel
the heat rising
off the crust
as it cools
on the short
stretch of counter
beside
the sink.
your mouth waters,
puckers
at the thought
of a blend of
berries both
sweet and tart.
with your hand
you want to dip into
the pie, break
through the crumbly
crust
and carefully taste
what she has
made, and is.