Sausage and Eggs

by Maple Tree   Mar 9, 2013


You sizzle under a glistening moon,
savoring your seasoned soul with a
hint of cyan, dazzling scrambled
words of romance upon yellowed
yolks of an enchanting mind.

Allow a hint of maple, coating
a sleepy mind to rest, dawn
comes early when hunger tastes
love from the breast of a
whispered emotion.

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  • 11 years ago

    by BlueJay

    This is a really good write, I love the descriptions. Wow, you are an amazing author.

    5/5 of course

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    I knew this was yours because of the addition of Maple...
    and it made me feel really hungry, that title, I could smell the sausages and hear them sizzling.

    Loved the descriptions as well and how you used sausage and egg as a metaphor for a love that was divine to taste.

    xxx

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