#napowrimo #chocolate #rituals
a sweet piece by inky
You stood in the newsagent
observing the aisles
like an aztec worshipper
in front of a chocolate altar
Armed with your golden coins
you lifted up the chosen bar
and waited to pay at the till
The foil shone under the lamps
as you caught a sly smell
the waiting would be worth it
Golden coin for for chocolate heaven
now rubbing the bar , releasing that smell
as you take your time, with each square
A brisk Snap, an expectation
A scent of flavour, a delactation
A chocolate piece melts, a taste sensation
The Inkwell 