Inside Godiva

We worked selling chocolate at the local mall
We were three women selling sugar for another’s sweet
All of us lonely in our way; cashing out and sweeping the debris left by you
You took home morsels of us unknowingly in your tiny gold bags

We worked with expensive confection
Yet we sold you our souls cheaply
Unable to grasp our worth
Unable to see that we were fresh and filled with dark, rich, creamy centers
Mouth-watering as anything you purchased from the cold, glass case

We worked surrounded by sweetness
But we never realized our value pound for pound
We were the ripe, juicy strawberries covered with a tempered shell
We cracked into satisfying shards when you bit down

We worked side by side day and night
Watching your play unfold around us as we handed you our samples
Some of you grabbed for more; others politely asked for another
Another piece (of us), another ribbon (to tie), another box (to pack up)

Vacant encounters with you; which chocolate knew how to fill
No judgement as we groped inside the box for more
Your bitter replaced with the sweet
The moans of our pain finally replaced with pleasure.


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