Consecrated cake enters an eager mouth.
Prior salivation melts it,
before it can even be swallowed.
It sticks in the throat.
Glass of milk, slippery
with built up condensation.
Eases the baked good down the throat,
ready for the next bite.
A contest entry
- Birthday Brevity by CitrineSunrise.
700 points, ended December 29, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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I loved the title of this short poem. Your imagery was profound, providing a poem that could be read on many levels. Thank you for your entry. Peace, Liz
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