Poems are living things, therefore it sometimes needs more than one creator. The lovely PoJay has added some spice to an otherwise obsessively bland poem.
Text:
Blue Cheese
When I eat blue cheese
the faint taste in my mouth
teases my senses in anticipation
of the odor of each
toe as it enters my
mouth, and awashed
in wine, I cry!
Salty tears drowning myself
like the hero of a Bukowski poem
your gait, you, my blue cheese
are poetry in motion
My world, for cheese!!
Blue Cheese
When I eat blue cheese
the faint taste in my mouth
teases my senses in anticipation
of the odor of each
toe as it enters my
mouth, and awashed
in wine, I cry!
Salty tears drowning myself
like the hero of a Bukowski poem
your gait, you, my blue cheese
are poetry in motion
My world, for cheese!!
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