I am terrified of the oven

Baby you’re caramelized like the fish I just made, even if you’re blackened you’re good enough to eat. I could take you raw and roll you like sushi. Oh if only you knew me.

Let the Molly seep in, then we can play pretend we’re in between thought & recipe. Let me sprinkle in some minced spice, gingerly I’ll wait for you to anticipate quiet time between us is not quiet at all. We can’t classify the explosion.

You & I make up the reality for a peaceful nuclear explosion. I think as long as the lights are low no one can tell the difference between us & a power surge.

–LM

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