April 18th - Food Saga Pt. II - Nuts to You

To You, On the Anniversary I have with Her.

You would offer yourself up to me
like a ripe & roasted pistachio;
spreading your lips open wide
to offer me some of that
sweet & salty & tangy meat.
I would devour that shit for
breakfast, lunch, dinner or brunch,
an afternoon snack or something
to be washed down with a pilsner.
We fucked like rabbits,
just about every day, twice or thrice
a day, had stock in trojans & it was
always the same:
I was never filled, never satisfied,
always left thirsty and hungry,
eating from between those lips,
because those pistachio meats
never did fill me up quite right.

The girl I have now,
she’s green & tough to crack,
but clean & keeps me sane,
rubs my back & feeds me well.
Her tiny shell spreads to reveal
a meat-and-potatoes kind of love
that’s like Campbell’s Chunky Soup;
she’s a meal fit for LT or
a king, & like such a feast
she takes work to love & appreciate.
But when that work is done, Sweet Lou
do I salivate & extricate & fornicate.
And though it takes effort, I work up
and appetite, and she’s always open
for a meal, & there’s just one more thing:
Loving her fills me up;
I feel sated at the end of the night.