Viva le Chocolat

In the long part of the day,
around 3 in the afternoon,
you unfailingly beckon me.

Your deep, musky aroma
wafts forth from the cold depths
of my refrigerator.

All resolve crumples
as my hand reaches in, mind wondering:
will it be bittersweet, white or almond-studded?

No matter!
For you are divinity, borne
of cacao plantations far, far away.

Slowly I chew, crunch, suck, gobble, nibble
a lot or a little -
oh, I am undone!