I deepen the knife into the batter
Witnessing it sink into it silently
I anticipate the next mouthful
I reach for the maple syrup
The very thought of it mouthwatering
Tiny breaks in the batter remind me
This spongy food will soak it up
As I pour it over, it will absorb
Like brain does information
Like rain fills wetland lakes
Saliva slowly pooling into the mouth
Readying tongue and teeth as lips open
As fork comes a small viscous square
I activate tastebuds engaging the richness
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