Wine & Dine

A Poem

let's drink wine,

cure our meat,

dangle like

sausage from

cheddar moons.

we rot slow.

salt cannot

keep us from

decay.

but if we,

charcuterie,

hang peacefully,

we'll find

love in

our stench.

This poem is from my self-published poetry Beauty

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