The Art of Eating a Malteser | by Rhiannon Willson

He asks how I eat my maltesers
like it’s important information.
We are building files on all the 
things we learn about each other 
- he likes his coffee with sugar 
and not much milk, the same way
I take my tea, he likes it when I
dig my nails into his back and 
I like the way he rests his hand
on the back of my neck before 
he kisses me. He tells me in 
detail the way he cracks open 
the malteser and pushes his
tongue between the two halves,
lets it melt, lets all the flavour
sink in before he turns his 
attention to the chocolate, I 
am thinking about the way he
touches my thighs, the way 
his lips trace over my skin, 
tongue pressing and I melt.
We are collecting information
on all the ways to please 
each other, all the ways to 
savour it. 

Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram

Rhiannon Willson is a poet from Wales with a BA in English. She writes mostly about the people she loves and spends her spare time playing scrabble with old ladies and trying to learn how to rollerskate. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in 5050 Lit, Dreams Walking and Sturgeon Review, among others. She can be found on twitter @rhiannonwillson or through her website,