blueberry crisp is

a pleasing aroma
of berry and sugar
that creeps up the nostrils
to entice its consumer,

soft and gooey
on the bottom, in contrast
with the crunchy layer
upon its top,

sweet enough to die for
as though utopia
explodes in your mouth
until that tragic last swallow,

not the average dessert, which
does not bleed as the life juices
of its berries seep into its crisp.
only art can bleed.

for the average dessert
is no majestic purple
but the dullish brown
of chocolate.