Monday, September 1, 2008

For Sara, because she listens

I need to find you again.
You were the sweet bread
I ate before my meal--too early.
And now the plain bread is too plain.
My taste buds know the difference.
They can't be fooled for lesser things than you.

2 comments:

Lorna said...

I'm afraid you might loose your readership of x-girlfriends if you keep writing love poems to different ones, one right after the other. As for me, I think they're lovely. Been thinking about you all week, but I don't have a phone number to call you at. Give me a call if you get a chance.

Elena said...

yeah i agree with lorna