Wednesday, November 9, 2011

lover

you make me feel so clean.
inside
and
out

your flavor dances troika
as feverishly on my tongue
as in my nose -
so distinct, so...
you.

the ways you nourish me
are countless:
vitamins
nutrients
antioxidants
for my body
and
soul
in the deliciousness
of your skin
your heart.

my muse
i sit here
writing this missive
eating of your fruit,
as i should be dedicating this
inspiration
to other
more funereal endeavors.
but my heart
cannot continue
until my love
is shouted
from the
socialnetworktops.

je t'aime
ma (not so) petite chou


an ode to cabbage