The Darkness

Sludge.

Thick, oozing darkness

that tempts me, lures me in.

I ponder my options,

scanning, thinking,

how should I choose?

And then stirs within me:

my secret passion.

I confess my addiction,

I feel so helpless.

I crave it,

I yearn for the darkness

to overcome me,

to sharpen, awaken, arouse my senses:

its smell, entices me

the anticipation, draws me in

its taste, that divine sensation,

like angels dancing on the tongue!

I swallow its goodness down willingly,

sad when the final segment disappears.

The stomach, now full,

the soul still wanting.

How long till our blissful reunion?

Must I really wait another day,

for the Marmite blackness to surround
me again?