My weakness for chocolate mousse has become my weakness
for the "traveling moose," she who collects speeding tickets
and counts the moose statues in Bennington. And this
dish of chocolate mousse she's brought me--its
flavor lasts weeks. My pun on moose had her
for its object. She is the mousse I savor. I blurt
this without even blushing. My tongue would rather
sample her, since she is the more delicious desert.
As my senses luxuriate in the dark sweetness,
I think, what good is a life without pleasure?
The goddess wills beauty-- stirs us with this-
and worlds have been confected beyond measure.
I know where my sweet tooth will have its fix:
she is the delightful bowl where sugars mix.