The Food of Love

The Food of Love

by Pam Pottinger

Buttered, bettered, battered
I am good enough to eat
the apple of your eye
the pick of the crop
the icing on the cake.
Yes, this is how you love me.
how you relish me
with your broad, strong hands
and your own special brand
of tender loving care.
A recipe for love you say…
where only the best
can be produced, by what you
have reduced, rejected and rendered
(unfit some say) for human consumption

That’s me.

Bruised Blue and Blackened.
Buttered, Bettered  Battered.
Buttered.
Buttered Crumpet.

The food of your love.

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