I wear darkness like a second skin.
It is the cloak that hides my midnight sin
as I make my way, barefooted, through my house.
Silent, lest I wake my dogs or spouse.
This way I know most well and so I bridge
in seconds that long gap between my bed and fridge.
Pull open that snug door and hear the plop
first of the rubber gasket, then the top
of the carton that has been my goal.
Spoon out its richness without benefit of bowl.
This darkness both of me and of the night
something the fridge dispenses with its light
as tears of joy and guilt and pleasure stream
down cheeks distended with this chocolate dream.
For minutes, I stand caught up in the hold
of this trio of pleasures: chocolate, creaminess and cold.
Until some motion jolts me from their grip.
I feel its pressure at my shoulder and my hip.
My spouse rolls over, shattering my dream
of midnight tryst with frozen cream.
Its chocolate savor is one that I try to keep
as I roll over once again to seek my sleep.
Whatever course my next dream serves, I’ll try it.
For I’ve already been one long day on this diet!
The Prompt: Trio No. 3—Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call).
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Love your words and the spirit behind them—
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Nice! 🙂
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Haha! This is great. I can totally relate to such sweet but interrupted dreams.
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And how appropriate your profile picture is for this theme!!! Is that chocolate cream by chance?
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I didn’t even realize that. It’s hot chocolate with a sprinkle of pumpkin spice on top. Very yummy!
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I thought it was a pie with whipped cream topping. Wishful thinking..
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what a great poem, very vivid!
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Well expressed, Judy
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Thanks, John.
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Woah clever. I wasn’t expecting that. 🙂 Also since you mentioned “chocolate savor” it reminds me of my prompt. So if you have the chance (or time) check it out, I would like to hear more from you!
http://franzical.wordpress.com/2014/10/30/ode-to-a-condiment/
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I already viewed and appreciated and “like”d your poem yesterday. I left a note on your site today, as well.
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Niceee! Thanks!
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I could almost taste it with you. Was it ice cream or Gelato?
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Probably Jocotepec ice cream… locally made and the best. Or Hagen Daz.But come to think of it, the mall has incredible gelato. You’ve swayed my mind.
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