I am not your sweetheart
my love is savory,
it tastes of salt
there is a bite to it, and
at times
it can sting
but oh,
this is the spice of life -
Relish me
After some input from members of Facial Expression Poetry Group (many thanks) and some thinking and head scratching on my part I have an edited version of the above poem which is as follows:
I am not Your Sweetheart
My love tastes of salt
there is a bite to it, and
at times
it can sting
but oh,
this is the spice of life.
Savor me.
