Sweet Mess (a poem that has nothing to do with sex. Or pie)

You know by now
he doesn’t love you
the way you want him to—
you are an entire pie
and he only wants
to graze on the pecans
without getting too deep
into the sweet mess
of ingredients
that make you whole—
and you’d give anything
for him to try one bite
that’s below the surface.

 

 

 

DeMaris
2-9-17

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