Creme Brulee

The torch whines
with a slight hiss
blows it's cries
onto the pudding of egg whites
The sugar cries back
Silently the grains melt
into the arms of other
sweet comforters
The hissing stops and the pudding cools
The excited child lifts up her spoon
She b r e a k s the bond between
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The delicious aroma of the desert arises
Unlike anything she has ever tried
One eye glued shut
the other pEeKiNg
she takes a bite
So good she must take her seat
Inhaling the product
Both eyes now glued SHUT
"That creme brulee was good as ....hugs."