waffles

I like my waffles
with a large pad of butter
that melts in the center
of a steamy square,
and a dollop or two
of maple syrup, its thick
amber liquid
poured slowly from
a squat clear bottle.
I like them to be sweet
and easy
to chew, and swallow,
making me want more
on the end of my fork.
I want people to be like
waffles, warm
and different, fluffy,
but edgy too,
filling,
with bacon on the side.