fill me
with warm soup
ladled from your
percolating heart
i crave the broth
that only you brew
because you know
my likes and aversions
without asking
the
whims of
my fickle tastebuds
you dissipate
with a salve
of patience
hold the spoon
up to my lips
and gently pour
into my
longing soul
quickly catch those
mischievous runaway
dribbles
with the
softest
cloth
and a smile
too
why i turn to
this blissful nourishment
so rarely
i can't explain
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