A sugary smell exuded from the walls,
embedded vapors of treats
made with love.
I opened the door, entering
for the first time,
breathing in the scents
of candy making.
I stood for a moment
getting my balance,
surmising the sights.
The chocolate maker hunched
over the dark viscous liquid,
spooning out various shapes
for all to see through the glass,
salivating, with a flourish
for the audience he would
add a curly Q.
Moving past the crowd
to the back of the store
stood a boiling cauldron of sugar.
A massive copper pot, bubbling
thickening up.
The candy maker stood stirring, smiling,
his was the sweetest job.
He called to his assistant they would hoist the
steaming mass, pouring it onto a marble slab.
Cooling down to the right temperature they
started pulling, tugging, stretching, folding over,
then starting again the process,
making it more than what it was.
I watched with pleasure this show
reminding myself that love is a lot like that.