I sharpened my love
Before slicing it thin
Again and again
I rinsed it
And chopped it
And seasoned it down
I hummed life into my love
Or vice versa
As I massaged
And marinated
Stirred, sauteed, shaken and simmered
I baked my love at 350 degrees
For as long as it took
To make you taste it
Before it ever crossed your lips
And to savor the flavors
That linger on your tongue
Belly full
Spirit satisfied
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