Eating my chocolate when sick

To all the invisible pleasures in the world
this is the act of provocation I choose.

Let nothing and none disturb us, chocolate.
Plated on a yellow dish with raisins and nuts,
you answer the call of Malady
for I am servant of your Glory.

And in each brown square
I immerse myself.
I succumb.
And I land, and I land, as each communion square
melts on ethereal tongue.
Feather-light presence.

offering

I am sick at home. I decided to go to the store to buy some ginger, lemons, and chocolate. On the way, I was glad to know that I would buy some chocolate and eat it sitting on the sofa at home, and I would do just that, just that. I would fully enjoy it; it would be a meditative act. I sat on the sofa and became deeply absorbed in the moment without having opened the chocolate. I finally opened it and put it on a medium-sized round yellow plate; raisins and nuts jumped onto it. What a beautiful painting! I didn't want to taste it, I was delighted just by looking at it closely. I thought that by eating my chocolate, I would perform an act of provocation to my sick self by rebelling and not succumbing to the apathy of malady. I would shock the gods of pleasure, and those other pleasures I didn't even know would be jealous. And so this poem began.