Into the body

Like a ginger cookie

perfectly tucked in

into its mold.

The slight pressure of the walls

containing it

so comfortably.

No effort needed,

to hold its form

tightly.

There is nothing to do

but to feel its body tensing,

gaining strength.

The hugging warmth of the oven

baking its softness, slowly

with its waves,

until the unwillingness to move,

swiftly becomes a relentless urge

to be part of life.

It can no longer wait

for its fragrant scent

to fill up the room.

nor to bring joy

with its small red jelly buttons

and thin frosting lines.

she wants to be held

with a tender,

childlike smile.

to give its warm, buttery skin

to the eagerness

of the fingertips.

But most of all,

she longs to be kissed

deeply, entirely,

while she perches its cinnamon whiff

softly, in the corner of your lips.

Only to leave

tiny crumbles

behind.