Ode to Nutella



You are ecstasy in a jar

star

of the pantry in my home

zone

out when you touch my lips

bliss

as spoon meets tongue

sprung

a term some might use

blues

the music when you're gone

dawn

becoming dim as night

blight

of taste buds delivers chills

spills

over to mind and heart

depart

for grocery store post haste

chase

your sapor like words do a poem

warm

the spirit like sunlight after a

storm.



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Nutella

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