Cake

I felt exploding brickleberries, laced
With cognac, in a piece of layer cake,
Shards of vanilla beans, the kind you bake
Into those fanciful desserts, and graced
With endless almond slivers, smoked to taste.
For just a moment, then, we were awake
To possibilities lost. For god's sake,
Our love was innocent, our lust was chaste.

Please don't remember how it all fell out,
How you and I then learned to disagree
About hors d'oeuvres and silver cutlery,
Or how I never came to grips with gout.
You were still beautiful, but I grew stout,
And you no longer could be seen with me.