We have dined on buttered breasts
Heaped on a plate
Sucked on olive oiled artichoke hearts
It is a gourmet dish for middle aged lovers
The smile you hold before your lips
Gives you satisfaction
Words tumble from your mouth
I recognise the question markLodged between your teeth
You have written my poem written
On a lettuce leaf
Now for the first time I understand you.
Anonymous - does anyone know the author of this?
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