Your eyes tell no secrets,
and your words are carefully picked,
like spices in a concocted recipe,
zesty ingredients to flavor the taste.
The language sounds familiar,
but unrecognizable as intimate speech.
I wonder if I'm a menu selection,
a daily special, one day a week.
(previously published in Poetic Voices)
6 comments:
Daily special? I thought you were leftovers! :p
You have no shame! do you!! Left overs is better than left out!
Sorry, no time to answer, gotta go plant snowdrops....:)
I like this one -- makes me hungry, though, and it's midnight
Andrew seems like you get hungry at midnight alot! Thanks!
She started it!
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