Love= A Gourmet Meal With Fish Hooks In It? Poem by Eye B. FLYin

The finest love feels like
the finest meal served by
a hot nude waitress, wearing
a nonchalant smile

I've been to that restaurant
had the meal, and a rub, and a
Scotch and cherry pie...

It was a trap
The next time, my expectations
were high, like her tan thigh
smooth like her razored legs
until...

The meal
Exquisite was the taste
and service but then
the first hook caught
deep in my throat
simultaneously one caught
my tongue and another
my epiglottis

Then the choking and the blood...

My recommendation on YELP

Don't eat at the 'Marriage Restaurant'
It's deadly in spite of initial
appearances and tastiness