“Gluten Free Romance
Absinthe Makes the Heart Grow Fonder”
what drove me to him besides my car?
all those miles of ric-rack
sucking on wintergreen tic-tacs.
the Tequila went down easy
and so did my panties.
his closet was as big as my apartment.
his starched shirts stood at attention.
his obsession to detail screamed
run for your life little Bo Peep.
counting sheep was futile…
his breathing was cast iron.
I took a leave of absinthe
and tip toed down the cushy
the high ceilings made me giddy,
the 3 car garage was also a nice touch,
really packed a punch on my “what if” list.
so much for reciting poetry
while eating salami and brie.
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