Oh! The creamy sweetness rolling around my mouth.
Stiffened by flour, the dough expands across my tongue until
hard nibs of chocolate
are all that’s left.
My tongue slithers around the nibs and I bite down and
{gasp}
the chocolate happiness bursts in my mouth and I feel …
{sigh}
loved.
I feel that I am OK
as I am
right now.
The cookie dough,
all soft and smooth and non-judgmental,
envelopes me with warmth
and kindness.
The softness is accepting
no matter what I’ve done.
The chocolate expects nothing from me
but happiness.
At once, I feel calm
and safe,
and soothed,
and deserving.
But today I have questions:
How do I translate this soft, contented happiness
from my mouth
into my life?
If I can feel
loved and safe and deserving and accepted and happy for a moment,
can I feel it for a minute?
for an hour?
for a day?
What I truly need to know is this:
How I can lavish upon myself
the love I feel for the dough?
