This used to be one of my guilty late night pleasure in college--the classic caprese: fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, fresh chopped basil, olive oil, coarse salt, black pepper.
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.