For today’s prompt, write a family poem. Good, bad, big, small, adopted, imaginary, nonexistent–everyone has to deal with family (even if that involves running from it or chasing it down). I have a feeling today’s prompt is going to stir up some really good poems.
My favorite food fact
- that I find important to continue to check -
is that chocolate
melts
at 98.6 degrees
I knew we had the perfect relationship
I knew we had the perfect relationship
That there is no point in looking further
I put you in my mouth
and we both melt
together
on the spot
well. I looked it up and it's not quite true
and I can't find the Chocolate University in South America somewhere
that a good-looking friend of a friend, Pierre the Chocolatier -
graduated from with facts like that (and
just one or two pounds) under his belt.
No matter.
No matter.
I know what I want and why.
I put you in my mouth
and we both melt
together
I can't help but close my eyes
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