I think I will bake a cake

to take to the lonely hearts

breaking hearts, creamy icing

imagine slicing into billowy babka

knife pressing into supple flesh

the give then bouncing back

just like hearts, or maybe tarts

crumbly pastry, buttery pecans

in vanilla-coffee denseness or toffee

brownies moist with chocolate, a dribble

of bourbon, sorrows drowning, smiles

emerging, verging on happy, yes, sappy,

honey drenched baklava, pistachios clinging

dear life, like childhood swinging feet pointed skyward

tasting sweetness, completeness, for you,

I will bake a cake.