Blueberry Pie~

~hmm~

I baked it

From the liquid ink of my heart

Plucked each aortal gem

From symmetrical branches

Of arteries;

Of course I am being rather silly

Dreaming in Pulp Fiction

But I am quite sincere

Not the evil witch

Of a gingerbread house

More like the good witch

In the grip of an unusual obsession

With the culinary arts

 

I baked it from the tattoos

Imprinted in my skin

Butterfly fruit in honeyed

bread belly

A circular sweet

Cooling on a window sill

I know the Prince will be back

From the Bayou

And then I will take his name tag

Pin it to the door

Pin him to my hips

My lips stained

With blueberries

My soul stained

With infidelity

As I conveniently

Desperately

Try to ignore

The despicable gold band

That always ruins the mood

 

 

And as always

I will pin his name tag

to his button down shirt

box the pie

send him back into the swamp

to face hungry alligators

 

And I pout

And pluck

And bake

And decide to treat myself

To a full

Pink and white set

Appointment at 11

Nothing like a nice

Set of nails

To scratch

The unavailable man

Off the cutting board

 

And this poem was supposed to be

A blueberry seduction

Damn morals

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

the first olfactory hint titillates...and as the mouth begins to water tantalizes... until the sweet tart blueberry filling overwhelms...left no doubt on this window sill by chance, with maybe just a slight titch of malice aforethought!

the seduction is really the poem, and the allure created by the delicious wisps of innuendo. You are so masterful!

uncharacteristically I like this passage best:

"And as always
I will pin his name tag
to his button down shirt
box the pie
send him back into the swamp
to face hungry alligators"

it tastes of reality ;-)

[Robin]

I know the pout lasted only for a second and I love the thought of a katana as a cooking utensil ~

[David W Moore III]

I hope Top Chef doesn't recruit you for their next season. Wait, nevernind, that would be better tv than half the shows out there!

[Loki Ragna-rock]

I almost wrote "Broken Cookies" today.
"A Ride with the Joker" instead.

[SpokenWord]

a little baking, a little moral and a little infidelity will make one sweet pie to devour in. I think I like the nails the best :) Another wonderful write.

[Brad]

for some reason, your work makes me....hungry

[Ed Hart]

damn witches...you should see what they done to my remote

[LilyT]

Crazy girl! LOL

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Delicious and staining (and funny, ha ha ha)

[LA Lorena]

LOL! I wanna be you when I grow up! ;) After that nail appointment, treat yourself to a new pair of killer heels. Always good for what ails you! And stilettos always make for a dramatic and convincing, yet memorable exit! :)