It stands before me a gaping maw,
that empty space on the shelve,
I want to scream, stamp and shout,
you greedy, gluttonous sod,
you did not think to enquire,
just grabbed and swallowed
in a few rapacious gulps.
You did not take the time
to savour its smell or texture
to feel it on your teeth or tongue
to indulge in its sweetness
to wallow in its flavour.
All day, I have pushed myself
to do just one more thing,
to whittle that long list down
knowing its promise waited for me.
Tantalising in its shiny purple,
seducing me to a salivating wreck,
and now that empty space mocks
and scorns my wanton desire.
