This and so much more


If my lovers were food, 

Hung fully on a ratan basket

I’d take no preservatives. 

Whether they were imported from China, America, Japan, UK, Spain, Latin or locally made

I’d gladly take them in and make no mistake 

Call his nourishment a charm

Beneath my skin and intestines

I’d call it nothing else but 


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