A Pome a Day for a Year

You ever eat a cinnamon twist?

Long bread wrapped up in spicy sugar
leaving little kicks of flavour to your palet?

I love a cinnamon twist, I love a cinnamon roll,
I love a cinnamon anything.

You could add cinnamon to goodness knows what
and chances are in the skyhighs I would try it once.

Cinnamon flows like molasses over sugar dunes
jazzing up drinks and shining like a beacon
in amongst the parched text of the menu.

When turning twenty I gazed
upon an all you can eat buffet filled to the brim
with food and treats.

The cinnamon twists lay, like unassuming sticks,
daring me to partake, urging me to investigate
with my taste buds.

A shaky plate became a confident tray as one bite
after another, revealed the little slice of heaven
directly to me.

Oh I eat a cinnamon twist.

But not enough.