Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Oui, Chef

I would do anything for a man in toque blanche imperious Doge impish chagrin imprints black-and-white peers down from the past my trip into him I fell from New York a long way to Spain and found France in a man, oh, he cooks when I’m there, dozens of visits fly by the years, how I long not for the man but his youth double-breasted soft lips buttoned up in […]

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