thesocialpoet

Always Wanting to Touch and Be Touched; Always Wanting to Love and Be Loved

In Poetry on March 20, 2014 at 12:01 pm

The way to my heart

is a White Russian milkshake.

It’s that easy.

 

I wish it wasn’t.

 

I used to think love was about

round rosy cheeks or

raised eyebrows up close or

the folds and the tunnels

of an ear

the crevices in a top lip

the dents in a grin

 

but

 

I’m finding that it is just about food,

and who will bring me a

milkshake at 2 AM.

 

Karen Ann Frederick, USA

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