B. A. Varghese
B. A. Varghese’s works have appeared in Apalachee Review, Rose Red Review, The Camel Saloon, Foliate Oak, and other literary journals. (www.bavarghese.com)
Eye Candy Obsession (May 32, 2014)
I hear them calling, whispering. I am forced
closer, against my will, like a living marionette. Sweet
delicious soft chocolates filled with secret
desires and unrestricted inhibitions, airbrushed
with powdered sugar to a flawed perfection, persistently haunt
my mind's eye. These visual morsels of infatuation come
in many assortments and sizes: milky dark curves
of smooth bonbons, rich creamy mounds
of white chocolate, tall thin delicate
caramel wafers, and round firm cream-filled
brown confections. My cravings entice and I resist
no longer the mouth-watering lure. The imaginary smells of cocoa
fill my nostrils and my eyes bite into the decadence, jolting
all the senses with thoughts of pleasure and carnal bliss.
I take a remorseful joy in this tortured gratification.
My self-control hides in the dark corner inside, waiting
for my chocolate lust to simmer. This continuous enslaving
indulgence over time grows a sticky hard plaque
on my life which slowly erodes into a cavity
swallowing my loved ones and in the end I am in need
of a root canal for my soul.
copyright 2014
I hear them calling, whispering. I am forced
closer, against my will, like a living marionette. Sweet
delicious soft chocolates filled with secret
desires and unrestricted inhibitions, airbrushed
with powdered sugar to a flawed perfection, persistently haunt
my mind's eye. These visual morsels of infatuation come
in many assortments and sizes: milky dark curves
of smooth bonbons, rich creamy mounds
of white chocolate, tall thin delicate
caramel wafers, and round firm cream-filled
brown confections. My cravings entice and I resist
no longer the mouth-watering lure. The imaginary smells of cocoa
fill my nostrils and my eyes bite into the decadence, jolting
all the senses with thoughts of pleasure and carnal bliss.
I take a remorseful joy in this tortured gratification.
My self-control hides in the dark corner inside, waiting
for my chocolate lust to simmer. This continuous enslaving
indulgence over time grows a sticky hard plaque
on my life which slowly erodes into a cavity
swallowing my loved ones and in the end I am in need
of a root canal for my soul.
copyright 2014