The Life of Pie

Out of the oven

Flaunts its flaky crust,
Tinged with golden brown.
Pumpkin, chocolate, pecans or apples,
The siren on the countertop calls.
Oven-baked pheromones entice,
Satisfaction a mouthful away.

On the dessert plate

Feigns such helplessness,
Yet it controls all.
Dares you to finish every morsel,
Even if your stomach has no room.
Your tongue licks the China plate,
And the victory is complete.

From the refrigerator

Begs for your embrace,
A lover cast aside.
You transfer an insignificant slice,
To a plate with a  cracked, plain finish.
Soggy crusts have no power,
For the mighty bathroom scale rules.

   Laurel Anne Hill