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^she_

^she_  had a love/hate relationship with food
she only fed with her eyes,
i was a sparkless firecracker 
and spoke English like i hated it.

not the least bit compatible
in any department 
at any hour on any menu
she wouldn't even drink the water.

I would slip through the cracks 
should she stop staring at me
up and down her beautiful 'it is'
she lit an incense and i was ignited.

i offered up an apple
a yellow delicious manifested
i peeled it for her
but she wouldn't taste it.

i laid eyes on her lips 
kissed with dark secrets
an awakening of insects
with equal day and night.

She ate me with her eyes
clear, bright, ripe
it rained on the fruit
and i took a bite.

I spoke to the grain in her ear
i had so much to say
succulent was my speech
She took it all in.

potash, stolen, honey and rye
sup the festal dish don't cry
she had parted the thin line
between a want and it's fill.

I lapsed into that petri-dish
pierced by her green staring
Her warm glassy ogling
all up and down my countenance.

Nourished of palate perception
She relished on her diet.
I indulged as her entrée
feasting her with my gaze.

It would take a while
like a gala supper without wine.
^she_ would  have no seconds
no weakness for flavor of the same.

well fed and fed up
she checked me out
her unusual hunger
gave me best regards

No repeats nor duplicates since
such foodstuff is most uncommon
Her daily bread was nurtured
with the edibles of my mind.


The End.

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