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


Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Entry posted in poetry & Rictameter Verse.

Bookmark the permalink.

18 thoughts on “Batter

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.