E.R. Smith, 2018
Lick my lips delicious
Warm pastry, decadent
But are you nutritious?
Will you feed my soul?
Holding little hand dear
Will I be next princess?
Can you bear her tears?
Will I be an inset?
Eyes slide away, from eyes
Remembering can’t bear lies
Gird loins in a fist, resist
Minx folded back, packable
Trickster fine, but flamable
