Butter Me Quickly Before I Stale
by June Labyzon
I crave gustatory pleasures.
with a man with a bread and butter history.
Someone who simply buys what the cafeteria is selling,
flaunting his indiscriminate behavior around the tureen
as he dips the ladle as far down as it will go.
I long for a butter man who will slather my white bread thighs
thickly with his delectable sugary brown confection,
just a touch of honey. Though it be slippery stuff.
I won't worry about getting sticky,
I need a “Dominos” sort of man, who understands that
delivery is timely, and quality never varies.
After our first, session,
I will always ask for seconds, even thirds.
I am afterall. a greedy sort of person.
Posted on 04/23/2014
Copyright © 2021 June Labyzon
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/26/14 at 01:59 PM|
this is as honest a telling of a tale as the day is long, or longer even than a night or afternoon spent, ending what we would call dry spells. Oh this lovely metaphor of yours quells on so many levels.