Morning light

Like a ginger cookie
perfectly tucked in
into its mold.
The slight pressure
of the walls
containing it so comfortably.
Its form held
without effort.

There is nothing to do
but to feel its body tensing,
gaining strength,
while the hugging warmth of the oven
bake its softness, slowly.

In a flash,
the unwillingness to move,
becomes a relentless urge
to participate in 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.

It wants to be held
with a tender
childlike smile.
to give its warm,
buttery skin
to the eager fingertips.

But most of all,
it longs to be kissed
deeply, entirely,
perching its cinnamon whiff
softly, in the corner
of your lips;
only to leave
tiny crumbles
behind.