Perilous Fare
It's strange to me,
to find myself smitten
with a man
who hesitates
on even the most inapt situations
that need not urgency
yet I adore him
for all the stars he ate
and words his tongue forgot to savor
when did love become so distasteful
for you, dear
I've relished in your zest
of aimless compulsions
and my belly discerns
sweet from rotten
yet I do not uproot
the fruit
you so selfishly sprout,
for it is mine
all mine to devour
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