He could communicate
a blue streak
of blue-ribbon babble
sending her into
a scramble of words
that reek of yeast
expanding on hot air
but she kneaded him
rough and raw
and put the words
right back in his jaw
where they burned
as they over-baked.

Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2014-04-26 at 16:45

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
Well written and how brave of you to put this moment into words . . . Thank you for sharing!

I enjoyed this Melanie, known a few like this :-)

Elle x

Nabeela Altaf
The metaphorical implications do wonderful things to this poem.