How We Like It
I love you more than bacon. Really, I do.
In the kitchen heat, I think of you as I carefully place
In the pan, bacon strips
Cool from the fridge.
You’re still curled up in bed.
Dreaming, I think, of mangos
Its sticky juices running between your fingers
As you chew on the bone.
You stir as you smell the bacon.
Its slow sizzle builds
With passion to a burnt crisp,
Just the way we like it.
Prompt: Prompt for M 08.03.20: I love you more than bacon . . .