chase chase


a real smile presented me
a gleaming dish of crumble
speckled with berry-red and moist
something to very much like

i take the first mouthful
a rush of flavour fruit
then tooth is breaked on stone
emotion like fingers in boiling …

many men relish
chase chase
but i detest …

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