There is only one guilty pleasure, and there are many pleasures in life which I freely and openly indulge, coffee - strong (despite my bad ticker), sugar, salt, junk food and being extremely slothful when I can get away with it.

But one pleasure alone is my passion, my dream, my guilty pleasure - chocolate in all its many guises whether it comes in the form of a mousse, a cheesecake, a biscuit or one of those huge bars!

If there is no chocolate to be found then I'm okay, but should I discover someone's stash that's it, it has to go, and I crave those tickles on my tongue as it melts into a thick, heavenly chocolate goo.

Then, when all available chocs have been eaten and the endorphins have gone home comes the guilt!

And the sorrow,

And the remorse,

And the promise - I take an oath to never let chocolate pass my lips again and I pray that my body has become a temple to willpower.

Then I spot a child eating chocolate fudge and off we go again.

I still wouldn't milk/soda them and/or drink their soda. Instinctively it just feels weird. I mean...whose idea was it, however many thousands of years ago, to consume the bodily fluid from a cow? We are so accustomed to the concept nowadays. But just think about it for a second. It's really, really, really weird, and doesn't make any sense to me.

My partner is often jealous of you

and

I know why

My fingers and small hands

love to hold you

sometimes gently

sometimes my grip so tight my fingers ache and cramp

sometimes I fumble and hold you awkwardly

Your body has all the right curves

Your skin golden and smooth

I poke you repeatedly

slide my fingers across your flat face

push your buttons to bring you to life

to shut you up

or make you sing quietly

but you never complain

Your my constant companion

I spend hours starring at you

You always wear protection

If I have a question

you give the answer

If I long for my family

you bring them near

If I need a recipe for banana pancakes

you deliver

You capture moments in life

and hold them securely

You don't always have the best timing

but that's usually my fault

Death is only temporary for you

A suppository for me is a charge for you

sick in my apartment

bent over my coffee

dealing with it

on the tube

there is a special

about actors

and their drug problems

my rent is due

in 3 days

and I am broke

2 final notices

in the mail

yesterday

one for the

electricity

and one for the

phone

I haven’t been

able to leave

my place for

a week

I have half a

check

coming in from my last

job

and a blown head gasket

in my car

I sit

here and listen

about

the

dangers

of

cocaine.

Makeup off

On Friday night

Alone again,

What a fright!

I think I may

I think I might,

Ponder writing

Some prose tonight !