Oh, I have been kept,
too long
refrigerated.
My tongue itches for links of
Vienna, a
swallow of
germ juice. Emptiness is
a plague,
a manic,
internal,
thirst.
My crossed legs quiver
on cue at
red storms
ice score
over a Ranger Hound. Ah!
What a hallucination
I devour!
A deserving,
choice
New York Strip
with liquor lips
and packing hands.
Dear Desire, would craving be
craved if
bark met
bark even once??
If so, I’ll keep the craving and
you can
keep the steak.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
Good use of language. I’m not sure that I fully understand but I’m intrigued just the same.
thanks for posting
Rob.
A New York Strip Loin? Deal!
Nice poem Maggie May!
What’s the desire?
The desire is desire itself.
i love that!
My crossed legs quiver on cue at red storms ice score! WOOOW ??? 😉 xx
Amazing… Really has me shivering… in a good way, of course 😉
I enjoyed this tremendously! I, however, am a vegitarian. O.o but I do enjoy the word play that you used. ^_^
So glad you liked!
I’m glad it makes you glad. Cause I’m glad you’re glad about it. ^_^
Oh, I’m so glad about that!
Glad to hear it. ^_^
This is really good. (Full disclosure, I am not a genius so I don’t think i get the whole thing.)
PS. Thanks so much for reading my blog.
Maybe you are a genius…and dissect things differently 🙂 Thank you for checking it out!
haaa