Seasoned Heart

IMG-20130318-00209-1My tender heart was available
For a reasonable price
But you thought it too much,
Or of it, too little.

With your mocking fingers
You poked, teasing its
Firmity; satisfied
With its strength, you tossed it
Down on the shelf and complained
‘I don’t like the shape.’

Off you went and shopped around,
Leaving the heart to darken;
Tough and sinewy, now its freshness fades.
In the icy draught, it is cured; and
balmed in peppers, prepared
For the next connoisseur.


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