A Shared Sweet Tooth
The playful nature of love
need not be always a scheduled
match, something to be said for the
spontaneity of butterfly kisses,
fluttering lips and tip-toeing
fingertips, as a child approaches
a cookie-jar at midnight, the
cat-like hurtle of stool and
counter, a cupboard with bells
and whistles, the Cookie Master
having had fond insight, a shared
sweet-tooth of a game….
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