onion, you make me cry
ruby flesh demanding revenge
with crackling whispers
as my fingers denude you

falling in halves before
the clumsy embrace of my cleaver,
your retribution complete:
oh onion,
your center resembles
the secret kiss I give my lover
and even your sharpest grasp
cannot hold my tongue
like the taste
of her ecstasy

onion, you make me cry
but
at least you share color
with my wine

07/15/2007

Author's Note: while cooking.

Posted on 07/15/2007
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