beauty, love, lust, poetry, women

to break bread

Raise the crust to

Your lips

Show me your teeth

Break the crust

In dark flakes

Falling from your lips

Eat with the lust

Of abandon

Laugh with me

I will brush the flour

From your cheek

The root of the word

Perfect in the elegance

Of its etymology

And the silver nobility

Of fascination

In the smallest things

Makes me mute

With

Want.

 

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