Forever Pickled Love ~ a Poem
Forever Pickled Love
Oh, how I have longed for your looks
Fresh as the misty morning dew
Through midday breaks of summer sunshine
With some comrade- the hot bloody stew.
Many moons I have missed you at dinnertime
Like the lemony salt on a cocktail glass
Yet chili kisses kept lingered on my lips
When there is just you and all is fine
I am pickled tickled down my hips.
So then, I wandered to the streets today
Bathed in sweat from the mighty rays
I glanced upon you out of the blue
You said, “Hello”; you know my ways.
Touching your body in tempo to my heartbeat
I asked, “How much?”
“Five Ninety-nine”, oh boy, it’s worth of you
You came along, I held you home
And set an iced Coke on a table for two.
Sweet and sour, each sense I desire of you
From which yourself delightfully evoke
And feel the crunch with some crispy rinds
Oh sweet, should we elope?
Uninvited guest, this jealous fly
Humming above you and I
She craves a taste of you, I so know why
I must not share you.
Only I, only I.
© Marites Mabugat, "Forever Pickled Love" -a Poem, 07.18.2013