i heated you
by the firelight of
my tongue
and kept you warmed
for those thirty seconds.
i didn't let you burn
on the microwave tray.
i wouldn't let you scald.

i could push all
the right three minute buttons,
i could make sure you tempt'd.
i could turn your dials and
keep you in my oven,

after all, leftovers are
best nuked twice.

10/31/2003

Author's Note: topic: ivy

Posted on 10/31/2003
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