an ode

warm smell
warm sweet smell
of afternoon, of slanting sunlight,
golden
beautiful moment, I breathe deeply, fill my nostrils, savor
serene

light and soft
under my arm
nestled neatly in the nook between
my shoulder and my elbow,
as though it were always, forever
meant to be
almost
written in the stars

open breathe
again, deeply
jealously guarding the seductive scent,
my treasure
mine alone.

half of me is ready to
pounce devour destroy,
the other half resists, desiring to perch,
here,
on the cusp of the having for eternity

the flesh
(I perch)
is
(I teeter)
weak
(I fall)
fall
into the ecstasy of the having,
loving, worshipping that first moment
when the desire, the dream
becomes the real, the mine
all all all mine

it and I
I and it,
at last are one.
destiny fulfilled.

~An ode to sliced bread
M. McCrea