Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Poetry Tuesday: How I love her

Cinnamini

Were she a mealtime, it's breakfast she'd be:
Cinnamon puff, doughnut-tasting curves,
Brown butter lingering on lips, one
Tall glass of milk, a smooth-skinned good egg,
A sharp shot of grapefruit, pulp in.
 
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