rosemarie miranda

For Lunch - Poem by rosemarie miranda

Lady fingers for lunch
Eat them with a crunch
Forget the poisoned arrows
With its venom spreading
Through this neophyte being
Waiting to be devoured

Ingrown nails and all
Flush the fingers with ale
To drown you in its well
Throbbing, aching to swallow
The last drop
Of its own making.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 5, 2010

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