Sweet-making

The day we decided to make sweets

you were ill and I was warm, mid-December

but we decided to work on the making 

of chocolate dipped with edible sugar in all forms

this is a memory, now

the kitchen half red, half white

the counter top, flooding with flour 

and trays, to be useful in the fridge

you used the measurements

I used my eyes, this is how we make sweets

I told you, but you insisted

even soft things need to be controlled 

melt the chocolates, you said

add sugar, I instructed as you slept on the sofa

a cat in your lap. I was just a guest 

you were home, inside a chocolate wrapper

the day we decided to make sweets
I realized we both measured distinctly

additions in our lives

you were careful,by the book

I am used to using my eye,

let it roam wherever it may 

land east or west, this is why

most of my food ends up bitter, my dear.