Title:
Mayonnaise and Pickles
Format:
Poem
Author's Note:
You figure it out yourself.
Please close your eyes for a couple seconds. Imagine crafting a culinary delight of Draco and Hermione. Imagine your personal experience with innocent, naive desire. Open your eyes, and then read the poem.
Time past time
You engulfed me
With fire and brimstone
In the bottom of your liver sandwich.
We used to dance
Like flamenco dancers in a sea of ballet
Swirling lit torches
In our passionate rondo near the salad.
Sleep little baby
But not for long
For our crimes are not finished
But only begun.
We played like squirrels on high wire
Scampering up and down the metal bowl
Past the fork and knife
Making me your relished wife.
A precarious balancing-act
Across the sea of our emotions
You clutched your hand to the mustard
And swung me past the cream custard.
You won, you know.
You caught me.
But now,
Now it's my turn to chase.
