Sweet

The table in front of us

Is full of sweet treats

Battenburg cake

Thick rich honey

Crumpets

Toffee apples 

And sweet sugary tea

A veritable feast 

She squeals

Like a party 

I wonder if Hatter and Dormouse 

Will come

If you believe 

They will 

I reply

We have been too long

In the dark room

Our body has seized up

And blown up

Like The Cheshire Cat

We really must reduce the potion

But it is hard

I look at her

Sugar coated lips 

And deep blue eyes

She doesn't mind getting sticky

I wipe my hands on a napkin

I am happy with my words

But would like to have an adventure

Something new to write about

She smiles

All you have to do is close

Your eyes

And dream

I smile 

We both do

This feast has been

A welcome break.