A lemon butter Friday – don’t ask me why
it’s dressed in sweetest decadence – we’ll
bake some crusty bread and slice it hot to
spread munificence impressively; and it is
vested fool for every taste within that jar,
the recipe to bless – a creamy lemon tang
with syrup sideling neat, discrete until the
aftertaste invades and makes you slave
All battles fought to clean utensils used to
make this dream are tongued and licked –
eyes are seen to fade into a blissful state,
lips express a fate that deems satiety ain’t
halfway there – and yet the wistfulness is
heaven’s bliss, indentured incarnate
© 2 August 2013, I. D. Carswell
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