- Erotic Poetry
- Lunch Hour
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On some days, I get hungry early
and cannot keep my fingers from
the fishes and the loaves, hoping
to recreate the miracle, and feed
a multitude. Then you arrive,
and we together dine. I often eat
and eat until, stuffed and sweaty,
I can eat no more.
After,
when you have left, gone back to work,
I make myself a sandwich, brew more
coffee, plan our dinner, warm the stove.
My hunger is a tapeworm made of love.
- COMMENTS
Amyfriendabout 17 years agoand how you ate together at lunchtime, then considered and prepared supper while he was back at work. A typical part of the housewife's day. Nicely done.
LeBrozover 17 years agoWelcome to Lit with this first piece;
Sometimes you need to eat food to keep on going
And not just your love....
