I wish I would want to be this marshmallow
-skewered, toasted, and squashed— between 
waxy chocolate 
and 
Half-stale graham crackers

to be made of marrow and formed of fluff, desired &
delighted by your desire for me

to be worried fewer times that I will be consumed by
my softness 

Digested without tasting
Expelled as a waste of calories and time.

I wish you would want to savor this campfire delight, a
snack you’ll have made of, my sweetness &Trust
that you’ll 
not lose me to the fire