I braid strawberries
on my hair,
vanilla blue shaken, I
preen searching for right
combination of
pivot & percussion
spices & silence
much like
sugar & tomatoes
hot chili & chocolates
salt & freshly ground coffee
to say my words
pepper-dashed, sultry cream on your tongue.
My head is a pickle of contradictions
Which you don't mind at all
I pucker my lips
bloody ruby, half bowl of moon,
& wait for you to
read my scrumptious invitation.
One thing I'm not: brain-
washed lobster fingerlings in your soup-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Connecting the Unconnectible ~Hosted by Claudia S.
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