Molten

She plunges her hand
Into the depths of her bag
Churning a turmoil
Within its belly

She pulls out her hand
With a molten Cadbury
Dairy Milk
The love

A look at it
Soaked in guilt
She drops it back
With a stray tear

Stubborn strains
Of the molten sweet
Stain her fingers
Bonbon brown

A messed hand
And a puzzle her
Both await answers
In stupor

“It was for us”
She apologises
I say in her ear
“We’ll eat your fingers!”