By One Who Could Be Eaten Up

December 15, 2010
A plate of braised adolescence,
Marinated in organic hormones
And the spice of hectic action.
You want it?
Come and get it.
I'm a dish, after all.
A cheesecake.
A creampuff.
A darling.
A dear.
I'm yours,
A cherry with a stem
Picked and chosen
Slave to teeth that wrench and need
And worry, and pit
Then spit,
And in so doing
Multiply my breed.

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McKenzziLaquoy said...
Jan. 11, 2011 at 7:20 pm
I love it! i like the flow and the approach you took! 
QuiltCocoon replied...
Jan. 11, 2011 at 8:46 pm
Thank you! :) Any suggestions?
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