Late Night Cheery Pie
late night cheery pie
his field of dreams
full of whip cream
on her cherry pie
as she lets out a cry
as he digs in
and looks to begin
he sees her table
like a sable
he takes his fork
soon to uncork
he takes his knife
forgetting his wife
he takes his spoon
to her croon
hands around plate
he shifts his weight
hands in air
he says a prayer
he moves his chair
to her stare
he stands up
for her cup
of honey
... he's money
to her eyes
and sighs
he thrust
her crust
with big bites
a quick snack this night
he had feast
now he goes to sleep
... in peace
connie pachecho
1/10/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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