17 October 2009

Love Apples

I love you in tomatoes, honey.
Good times grow when you dig down down in dirt: 

Passion, which is another kind of poetry,
and Respect, which is the seed paragraph 
in the language of Like. 

You are as savory cooked  and laughed over pasta 
as you are raw. 

Here's to my sweet-on-the-tongue hero of the garden epic! 
My ripe red-headed coach of mesclun desire! 
My soul sauce of summer wisdom! 

You are the  sure taste of  the tendered story 
beneath my uncertain voice.

PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!)