June 6, 2023
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Whipped cream can do so much more than complete; 
from chocolate mousse  
to romantic notions in books and films,  
one can’t help but be drawn to its recipe, 
come and observe, 
sometimes, reading is nothing more, than a gentle  
reminder to let the heart open itself up 
to possibilities– 
I love it when words touch another soul.  

Whipped cream is a common figure of rhetoric;  
simply dab on his cheek and wait for him  
to respond,  
is art of effective whisking which takes  
only five minutes, 
buckwheat shortcakes with earl-grey apricot  
compote, 
believe me when I say  
it’s incumbent to find the perfect companion, 
be it individual or dessert that beguiles the senses.  

Whipped cream exercises a great charm over  
her contemporaries, 
greek yogurt hardly possesses the same, 
to be honest, 
perfect for when blooms converse beneath 
the sun 
or when estranged lovers meet– 
so much better than butter and milk, 
it envisages truth  
and touches upon a world, invisible to 
the naked eye, 
whipped cream belongs only to moments.  

The gates of the underworld remain closed; 
I laud whipped cream 
for spirits that wander in the wilderness  
are afraid of taste, 
heavenly, as a cloud topping of mascarpone, 
it’s easier to give in  
and admit to sinful indulgence,  
I wonder as to how many of them have fled  
at mere thought– 
whipped cream is when one is afraid 
they will say the unsaid, are you brave enough? 

 

 

 

 

 

Photo credits: Strawberry and white cream on ceramic, unsplash 

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