It’s Louisiana deep fried sentiment


Split down the middle

Ripe and red

Spit out the seeds

Greedy down south


Growing like tormented insides

Too famished to resist

Dinner table set for 2

Bon appétit

Gorge yourself on what’s in front of you

No regard to those waiting

No intent of what’s enough

Cross every line

With a knife bleeding desire

Pretty food

Prettier table

Accented with the sound of harmony


Pure as cane sugar

Turning tea into addiction

Food into sex

And Louisiana deep fried sentiment

Into broken nuptials

©2011 Dew – Solitude (May 6, 2011)

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