slice and a vial

save the last dance for me.

love is just a poison
devoured by the brave
souls who journey and leave
nothing to save

passion is a rhubarb pie
a dance with our maker
a bow to the reaper
and a kiss to the baker

what i would give
to lay at your feet
all that i have
and maybe could be

everything present
and my past, all that while
for a glimpse, for a kiss
for a slice and a vial

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Author's Note

A piece I wrote last year, under a different pen name (for reasons I don't even remember now).

Reviews

[Mitchell J.U.]

Quite interesting my good Sir.
"passion is a rhubarb pie
a dance with our maker
a bow to the reaper
and a kiss to the baker"
Quite delectable indeed.
Clever use of botany, an old yet trustworthy science. Kudos.
Bravo!