The Writer and the Block

Hot aromatic cuppa in one hand and a black-inked device in the other I felt, albeit for a moment, I could word the thought.

'Erasing the hurts. Band-aiding the tears....'

The moment ended and the thought-er thunk it all not.

To cake or not to cake?

I saw the sliver of rainbow cake

Stuck to your silky beard.

I saw the growing inches

under my wavering belt.

I saw "us" going downhill

when the cake I managed to steal.

The spring seems to be over and

The birds would sing "deciet".

It was, of course, your birthday

and the crumbs lay on your beard...

Would cake do us part or death?

It's time to put our holy ties to a test.

And oh! like a frenzied freak,

Did I leap for the blessed piece of cake.

The rest remains history and

an icey one at that.

p.s: 1 )Shared with Poetry Picnic.
2)Shared with http://www.threewordwednesday.com/

3) The words in italics are the three words suggested by the prompt in 3 word wednesday.