Monday, 14 April 2014

Puchero, no celery, second helping

Courage,
desire,
tenacity,
unquenchable thirst,
unslakable appetite
for the fruit of thy brain,
to avenge your dart
with my very own.

Whither and why
doest thou hide?

Nothing more I wished
since that meal.
NO ONE, NOTHING
but you.
(yes, you).



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