June 2004
Standing in the kitchen,
I wiped away beads of sweat from my brow.
The heat of the stove reached up
Circling my head in an invisible halo.
I continued to stir,
Melting the chocolate.
I breathed in the smell.
Oh, how I love chocolate;
Is there anything in the world more sublime?
Stirring the pot,
I let my mind wander. They say
“Life is like a box of chocolates.”
But what about people?
People are like chocolate,
I decided.
We come in different shapes and sizes
Different colors, tastes and smells.
I liked my pot of chocolate.
It was just right;
Not too sweet –
Just sweet enough.
Yes, he’s perfect.
I continued to stir,
Then added in the walnuts.
I resumed stirring,
Thinking again
About people and chocolate.
Why don’t the walnuts melt?
They go flawlessly with chocolate.
Chocolate and walnuts: the perfect pair.
But still they don’t melt.
They remain separate, no matter how hard you mix.
I sighed and stirred.
Amidst thoughts of chocolate, he walked in.
“What are you doing?”
I kissed him.
“Thinking about how people are like chocolate.”
He looked at me.
“You’re nuts.”
