All That You Can Eat

You want to eat my heart out
of a crystal bowl.

But I will give you all of me,
all that you can eat.

Drink moonlit whispers
from my shoe.

Feast on fading footprints
in the sand.

Cut into shooting stars
dripping with wonder.

Pour raindrops
over summer sun.

Let first kiss love
drool down your chin.

Eat watermelon sunsets
for dessert.

Take my hand and eat me,
all that you can eat.

published in the January 2022 WyoPoets News

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