You greet me like bread
That’s been warmed to perfection.
Your embrace is sharp and crisp
On the edges
And soft and supple
As it lingers.
Your smell clings to me
Like burnt toast —
Everyone knows what I had for breakfast.
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You greet me like bread
That’s been warmed to perfection.
Your embrace is sharp and crisp
On the edges
And soft and supple
As it lingers.
Your smell clings to me
Like burnt toast —
Everyone knows what I had for breakfast.
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