sunday diner
my favorite breakfast french toast will never feel hard like rubber
when i am with you
and no matter how much
i try to stay focus and attentive
you glare at my thick lips
as if you want to jump over the table and attack me
like they are hungry
what is more genuine,
your eyes speak to me as if
to say take me
take me now
i am that butter
that melts in your whole wheat toast
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