The Meal
As I look into your eyes
I see the stars and smell the skies
Upon my fingertips
I kiss you softly on the lips.
Tasting goodness
Shivers in my
Soul.
I'll be your soup.
You be my bowl.
Bacon, eggs
They go together
Even when
It's stormy weather.
Good friends are this meal
I see
Filling lightly
Don't you see?
Salt, it does preserve the ham
Saving all we have in them.
Working for the food we eat
Healing love and no deceit
Licking this new lollipop
It's not here I want to stop.
8-24-09
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