getting hip to that

you don't want a turkey
made and shaped
from soy beans, you
tell your nervous
girlfriend, who
hasn't eaten real
meat in a decade.
you want a turkey.
for dessert
you don't want a cake
that looks
like a chocolate
cake, made
from carob beans, no.
you want a real
cake. three layers
with icing, dark
chocolate. and milk.
a cold glass of milk.
you want cow milk.
not soy milk.
there is no milking
of the soy bean.
and when she gives you
a kiss, you don't want
a peck on the cheek,
or on the head,
or a mere quick touch
of lips.
you want a kiss ala
francais. can you dig
it? are we yet on
the same page yet?