Two Big Bites – A Poem

From BBCGoodFood

There’s only what we do after dark

in the last hours before sunrise

in your eyes wakes me. Slumber falls

away like scuba weights on the rise

up from the depths but there’s still

some juice on my lips from earlier

but you don’t mind. You kiss me

deeply, sucking on my tongue like

a licorice stick that you savor before

devouring in two big bites. I don’t

see you losing your wits like me

and, after all your protests, you seem

truly happy, content like when you

eat your favorite flavor of ice cream.

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