Dark spot

This dark spot 

Is like chocolate cake 

Baked with apple pieces soft 

as motherly breast

After prolonged 

presence 

In the moderately hot 

oven

Their unsweetened whiteness would ooze gently 

Into the moist darkness of the black slice on my plate

I never liked my mother's chocolate cake with apple 

Was much in favour of her 

apple 

pie

Plain and golden 

with crumble on top

It came without the ominous chocolate darkness 

It was hopeful 

and light 

young

unending in its delicious assault on my taste buds

I thought it would last forever

The golden apple pie

I've eaten my piece 

and all the pieces 

That came after the first one 

until the pie was finished

Now I'm baking my mother's chocolate cake with apple

Getting used to 

This dark spot 

of

Chocolate

without