Midnight Snack Poem by Matisse WalkdenBrown
Midnight Snack
Rating: ★5.0
There is a McFlurry of Movement. A creamy white smooth swirl.
Dotted with broken biscuits. Broken. Broken up chocolate.
He came home looking like chocolate.
Brown and beautiful.
I love his hands.
I don't like his hands.
When they are elsewhere. Across Oceans.
On strangers thighs.
We can be broken.
Broken.
And slowly pieced back together.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: chocolate,oceans
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8/28/2026 6:33:33 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
hey i still gave it ten even if i didn't know what it was about. now that is called being a slightly stupid gentleman.