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.