"Eat Me": An Alice Delectable

 

The cake is a mysterious pan 

  and you know not of what it does 

But it does 

    Beg you 

To 

"Eat Me". 

And the fall is endlessly light 

  and the height 

Ravenously tight 

But it is, 

  Indeed a world 

In need of partaking 

      (And partaking)    

    within. 

Adorned just right, 

  and the cake has the slight (est) 

  Taste 

Of 

Your Lover's embrace,

   The faint of their smell...

And the feel of their heart melting against your skins touching. 

It is a mushroom extract, 

   One HE grew...

And I knew...

Just where to harvest it

  For feast. 

Now we drink our delectable tea, 

  and wait to sink 

   Into 

The Hole, 

Since Wonderland seems 

  the place to be.