Thursday, June 18, 2015

spaghetti western ...

spaghetti western ...

you bring me a plate
of spaghetti
swimming in some kind
of tomato sauce
with four globs of
mystery meat
perched in
the corners
and for effect
you have added
a sprig of something green
stuck in the middle
and standing erect
something like a flag
signalling your
surrender to
my hunger
for you
a hunger you hope
to satisfy
with sticky swirls of pasta
now that you have lost
your passion
for the sticky intimacy
of love



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