To make this delicious

To make this delicious
You would need to sit outside of Sydney at least,
Maybe the universe, delectable…intangible
And look down on something, would it be a pattern
…green and gold and burnt like me?
And I would spit and scold and be something else,
Nothing else, if not myself.
I would watch you as you arrive,
And blush and avert my eyes
Talk about mundane things, the weather
As if I care.

To make this delicious

childbride

Joined December 2007

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Heavenly torture.

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