A Friday Out of Standard Challenge with Izy

Izy teases us, and flatters us, and asks us to write about melting without using the words hot or cold, fire or ice.
She says she knows we can do it.
And here I am.
This is the 19th day of our own poem-a-month challenge at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, either in conjunction with or separate from NaPoWriMo which is also going on. Each poet can decide whether to post to one or to the other, or to both.

There was a dessert on the final voyage of the Carnival Destiny this year, a featured dessert called "Warm Chocolate Melting Cake". The men at my table had it every night, sometimes twice. So I am dedicating this poem to my husband Richard Schear, and to Professor John Scott Grey, and sending my sincerest empathy to John's wonderful wife Jo. We miss you both, especially at dinner time.

chocolate runs softly

smoothly down

my throat

like

butterscotch sauce

custard cream

Public domain photos

brown sugar dream

melting 

my

hard

old

soul

Kay Davies, April 19, 2013