Poem: Midnight Snack
March 18, 2024
It’s 2am and the furnace
of our passion
is cooling slowly
we rise, tottering together,
arms entwined,
to the kitchen kissing
after making love
we make toast
thick with butter oozing
rich strawberry jam
streaked liked blood
or rust on a fence rich
as sweet love’s triangle:
you and me and toast
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