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2013, bed, Belgium, brown, Carol, chocolate, eating, green, heart, legs, love, nature, panties, red, skin, tongue, walnut, white
when in Belgium do as the chocolates do
they’re bad for my heart
but anyway
I enjoyed the red-glazed heart
with its white-flat base nature
one bite and the fondant melted free
then the Green wad of marzipan
on the dark praline bed
suffusing with each mulch
then the block corrugated about and
glazed flat top and bottom (apart from the nut observation-bubble on top)
breaks easy like an impossible heli-carrier with all its intricacies inside
and lastly another heart wrapped dark brown with white topping
crushed by sheer force of tongue this time
but soft nougat nevertheless
all gone
it was enough but I
look around for more anyway and see
Carol’s legs resting on the bed curving
slightly at the top into white panties
and flat belly tanned with fondue sides above the panties
something
good for both our hearts
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
brown wormhole: To my Mum
Carol & green wormhole: bougainvillea
love wormhole: plop!
red wormhole: the breath of London
white wormhole: south horizon
Delicious poem, Mark!
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thank you, Bonnie
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