365 Days of Poetry: Day Sixty-Nine

Because I’m a perv.

Oh, that hard salami!
I love to lick, your greasy, salted outside,
after sliding you out of the package.
The call of your spiced innards,
calls to my soul, when I am feeling
empty and spent. The solid meat
you contain speaks so much to
the history of all your many artisans.
Your well seasoned casing a delight
to all the taste centers of my tongue
as I finish my initial tasting.
And bite, juiciness filling my stimulated mouth,
as I work fat speckled flesh until
all flavor is gone, all of the great salt rush sliding
down my parched throat, and so I reach
for a robust pint to wash,
all the pain from my soul.

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About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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