French Toast

 

 

Don’t bite the hand that feeds you

Even though its 1 AM

The French Toast is cooking

To calm the munchies

There’s vanilla in the eggs

Butter on powder sugar

Drizzled lines of syrup

And these sleepy steps are comforting

Far too comfortable in dazed minds

I’ll miss this dance

 

Author's Note

Cp. 9:41AM Wed 08/20/08 NM hurting, red, sleepy, I�ll miss this comfort, bout last night, write more on subject, at Prides (Written, Sylph)