Batter

sticky
the faucet drips
honey flows in the bowl
slowly, clings to spoon for licking
greedy fingers wipe the beater spotless
coat our tongues with sweet, gooey mess
the mouthfuls we desire
come from batter
sticky

~

Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Entry posted in poetry & Rictameter Verse.

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