The Love I eat with

He squaweked at me with disrespect in his eyes...

The tremble I felt from his look produced fear

fear that grew to well and was oh so familiar

yet his mouth made the worst words so elegant

seekin' an escape, I pot-shotted love into his eyes

to fake a love that was never there

my body weakened to the temperature of his steps

my hands glide to backside with trembles in the tips

his face calibrated fear and my hands calculated death

as he got ready to cook love

I took a pot and shot love and forever burned it

I shook love, I stole my heart back

and closed a door with fear in it

and walked with confidence

as I soared in a new kitchen to cook

with my long lost love

Me!