I see the fat lady, even now,
I with my nose pressed up
to the café window
rain darkened streets
behind me.
There she is
sitting in her
resplendent glory,
biting into
the hugest, creamiest
chocolate éclair;
cream squelching out
at the sides.
I moan, starving,
imagine that it is me
eating, consuming that.

She has cream on the end
of her nose,
dabs with her napkin.
Oh fat woman
how can you sit
with your wide buttocks
taking up not one,
but two seats!?!
While outside
I stand, famished,
my clothes wet rags,
hair straggled around my face.
Men could kill for less
than you
and that big fat
creamy chocolate éclair.
I imagine myself
storming into that café,
wrenching from your
fat, podgy, bejewelled hands
that - that éclair
my teeth sinking into that

Sublime texture of
chocolate covered choux pastry
reaching to the creamy inside
where it oozes from the sides
as I flick my tongue out
licking the excesses from
around my mouth,
moaning in sheer ecstasy
filling my mouth, my mind
my whole body,

In glorious taste sensation.

I walk away from the café window
nose leaving a smudge print
on pristine glass
the only sound
my footsteps clattering
on dampened streets;
I go home

head bowed

courage cowed

to  my meagre fayre