sweet tooth

I don't mind
her uneven cake, two layers,
a soft
cream lathered between.
I don't mind the tilt
of one
on top of the other,
the swath of icing
dripping down.
I complain not at all
about the sweets she bakes.
the cookies not so
round, or soft.
my sweet tooth
goes beyond
what she brings in dish,
or pan, or cold,
in a ribboned box.