you tire
of hors d'oeuvres,
finger
food and such.
crackers
with a tiny
morsel of crab
meat hanging
on for dear
life.
the bacon
wrapped
water chestnut,
the sliver
of calamari,
a stuffed olive
with cream
cheese. enough.
give me a plate
of real
food please.
a kiss, not a peck,
a long
warm hug, not
a pat on
the shoulder
farewell.
a night, not
an hour.
Saturday, August 2, 2014
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1 comment:
You nailed 'calamari' and 'long warm hug' :)
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