Baking. Art, Craft, Alchemy, Arithmetic, Science, Intuition, Passion.
I'm married to it. Can't shake it. Leave it, go back. Forsake it. Take it back. Throw it in the river, say a prayer. Find it on my pillow in the morning.
Dream it, think it, feel it. Baking.
O Baking, who art thou?
Why do you torture me so? Take me deep into the water or leave me adrift.
But please, make up your damn mind.
Baking. I will love you always. You never cease to amaze me. Delight me. Flirt me right back into your body. Even when I know it's a really bad idea.
Even when I know Bad Things Will Happen.
You could say it's frivolous. Pleasure for no reason. But for sugary flowers; a slap of frosting; quiet hedgerows of hand sculpted leaves; thousands of layers of flour caught mid waft by creamy butter and seared by steam; sugar in every variation from hard sharp hot molecule to midstream water clarity and then shattering razor caramel, pulled like yoga pose toffee or glass sculpture caught mid ballet act.
Sugar, forever muse, never wife.
I love you baking. Will you be mine?
Baking is no one's and everyone's. CRAFT. Study it, work it, learn it, revere it, pray to it, honor it. Craft is never understood completely. Mastered, yes. Owned & understood, no.
You think you know baking. Because you do. For a minute-- Ha! Baking. Forever an elusive love, unrequited. Short term affair. Lasting a lifetime.
Unbound me baking! Never let me go. Love me forever.
Why me? Who am I to you?
Kiss me hard, sharpen the blade, slice me off clean.
I build the house, you make a cup of tea, ask me to bed without words.
We garden, you evaporate. Leaving me with a vase empty but for pollen on the rim.
You knit me anew, unravel my senses, promise me what you cannot, and I believe you like a virgin to love. India ink precariously at the edge of a needle. Tattoo me Baking.
I am yours.
Tell me you'll love me forever,
tell me you'll never leave
even if, lies.
I can't unlock you, baking. Ate too many pomegranate seeds. Slid down the rabbit hole. Drank a tiny sip from a giant bottle. Took a pirate's swig from a teardrop glass.
Baking and me. Me and Baking.
We're in the ring for another round.
Place your bets.