Appetite for Love - Jan. 29, 2021

when I read a poem

I often invite my heart

to sit on my shoulder

fork in hand and check out

what’s being offered

she’s a picky eater

so when I see her

stuffing her mouth

I know someone’s cooked up

a real lip-smacker

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