take me in your hands and pull me apart
like soft chunks of bread
my crumbs spilling to the floor
i am a giver
with fresh loaves new from
the oven of my love
i present to you
with salted butter and dollops of jam
wrapped neatly in my cloths of white linen
in your outstretched hands
but you didn’t want a loaf
neither the baguette or buns i sculpted
you wanted only a slice
with nothing but the glass of your wine
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