Chocolate

When you slide through my mouth, melt onto my tounge
I am gratefully present
I hear your dull snap as I put pressure on the right spot
Your smell brings me to my french village, my South American beach
dopamine pulses through my veins

But when you are gone I remember, I've compromized
You cost more than that tramp on Evans and Federal's lunch
You are not in the food plan
Did the villagers I lived with in Camaroon sweat all day
Picking the Coco pods you are made from, only to make $50 this
month and never be able to enjoy you?

Progressively, you become my crutch
Taste and see that Chocolate is good...
But I am not blessed taking refuge in you.
What are you offering me
Addicition, compromise, glutted numness
The kind of fun that refuses to remember to enter into reality...

Giving you up feels righteous
Like I chose the real work of identifying with the lowely..
Maybe I will develop a taste for a more subtle trancendence
The simple joy of being

But your stimulation is too good to give up
for now.