rolling meringue,
in rolling waves of sweetness
you are an ambrosial flood summoned to my senses
your tender raspberries
riding like naked women on horseback,
running swiftly through your cream-filled valleys
echoing a sky of egg-white clouds,
sugar-whipped to perfection in
a consummate atmospheric crust
you break by my lightest touch
and send the heavens
crumbling to earth
~ Leila Currah