POEM: The Objects That We Love
Your arm reminded me so much of lamb
That I nearly took a bite of it.
Your cheeks were so much like mashed potatoesThat I yearned to cry over them & salt them.
Your ear was a chocolate chip cookieBegging to be dunked
And each lip, was a gummy bear.Your neck was corn on the cob
As I plucked every yellow nib with a pink tongue.Your eyes were butter in a toaster.
Your thick breath, maple syrup.But when I say that I loved your lasagna
I am not being metaphoricalBut that your layers entice me,
Whispering “undress me,One curlicue noodle at a time!”
And when I dine out,
There is no cause for jealousy.
It is your sauce that I want poured over my pastaWhenever I am hungry.
It is your bubbling red sauce, raw, stripping,That shapes my meatball heart.