sweet pea, sweet tea, sweet potato—
love’s blush red, soft as a tomato.
kisses like a recital,
tongues dancing together,
smiles too wide, they crease teeth,
and stuck there forever.

a boiling *** touch, a stove-top man,
hot-headed, cooling down as fast as he can.
unread texts on the nightstand,
after a one-night stand— holding onto
a cheap thrill, it's just a heavy hand
so sad!

a thirsty kiss trying to buy back time,
swallowing coins like medicine—
quarters down the throat,
all of those pennies in a rhyme.
hoping for change. but the clock
just swallows, and it doesn’t rewind.

crumb stains on fingers,
love shouldn’t taste like fast food.
fast and crude, but hunger plays
its tricks— and we eat what’s near,
even it's not true.

fringes in both eyes, a bite
of apple pie—the kind you’d
call the apple of your eye.
but sigh—still
no husband or a wife.

just two souls giving it their best try.