Delicious

you asked me
why,
why me?

and I said,
why,
why me?

because
you’re delicious,
you said.

why you?

because
you are
the kind of man
who waits
for tears
to spill
to overflow
without flinching
without cringing
or asking why.

you are
the kind of man
who waits
for thoughts
for words
to trip
to falter
without speaking
without teaching
or telling why.

and you are
delicious
too.

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