It Must Be Butter

A poem

Photo by Taylor Kiser on Unsplash

The dissolve
of the shortbread cookie
on my tongue
the crumbs
I gently press
to pick up with my thumb
Not to waste the tiniest bit
Mmmmm
Yum

Oh the things I could do
with butter

The melt and the glide of it
The way it glistens in the sun
Yellow
Sensual and so much fun
The taste of salt
tingling on my tongue

Buttercups
under my chin
To tell the truth
of my churning desire

Please don't think
Less
of me
if I allow you
to butter me up
Just know
I like it when you
spread it on
thick