Slaving

Slaving over a grill of love
your hands burn through flesh.
You never had the right glove
to keep your worn body fresh.

 

Each day you slave giving more
for your customer that flies off shore.
That’s the one you truly want
to run about and flaunt.

 

Yet, you lay unseen in the heat
as walk looking down at your feet.
Don’t give up on the one
for one day you’ll have won.