Love Gourmet

You think I can't read?

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We thawed.

Not like the glaciers floating 

In the midst of the Atlantic

But the kind of thawing

Required for a piece of meat:

Lacking artistry

And full of crass.

It satiates not heart's thirst

But the flesh's hunger.

I have never realized

That a haloed person 

Can be so cruel,

When I did nothing but

Give more air under

Your wings.

You fried me

With all the love I

Have given you,

So much so that it

Became a poison to all

The wounds I started to lick.

We could have made 

Scrumptious offerings to one another.

Sadly you chose everything

To be blandly half baked.

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*Picture from static.guim.co.uk

The Love Life of a Leaf

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Whenever I see a dead leaf

Gracefully fall down towards

The rich body of the land

I remember the lithe physique

Of a ballerina in  her pink tutu

Jumping up in the air

And quietly  goes down like a Swan,

Poised, grand, & regal,

As if the dead leaf completely

Trusts the ground that will catch her.

The grass is also there

To cushion her fall.

I wonder if it's bliss the leaf feels,

Suspended in air as it glides down

To her destination, feeling safe.

What does she feel when she becomes

One with Earth again?

I closed my envious eyes and

I think about how different it was
Falling for you.

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*Picture from davintosh

Traces of Life

To all life who was saved and lost.

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Hurriedly I undressed myself

Leaving only my brand new boxers

The one I got today for my special day.

I then dove straight into the murky waters

Hoping that I'll be able catch him fast

Before river currents overpower him to death.

I caught an arm and then his face bobbed up,

I heard gulps for air and frantic flaps in the water

Though I'm not sure if their mine or his.

I finally let him go on his own and

I then saw him swim towards the edge.

 Before I dared follow him

I felts cramps along my legs,

Both my legs felt electrified

My screams for help got muffled 

With water going in my mouth.

I sinked slowly, painfully slow.

The last thing I saw was him running away

Probably calling for help.

I wasn't even able to 

Close my eyes before I died.

The only traces I was alive

A few minutes ago was the 

Shirt and shorts on the river bank

I left on the grass,

Still warm and very new,

Birthday presents I requested.

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*Picture from nationalgallery.org.uk