A tainted glimpse of an untouchable truth
displays itself on a platter that feeds two.
The hunger concealed behind a carnival of masks
pealing off the layers proves to be an invigorating task.
A boundary being shaped by a biased intent,
Guilt has been summoned but kept at arm’s length.
A batter of temptation is poured into a mould
placed in an oven with a temperature set to scold.
Mischievous intent captures a forbidden desire
curious to discover what outcome might transpire.
Loaded emotions playing Russian roulette
trying to escape reality’s commanding silhouette.