Saturday, January 17, 2015

Poetry Matters - The Last Slice - Original


On the occation of the launch of Pious Pies I offer a reflection on true love.

The Last Slice

True love is a pie eaten piece by piece. 
The first slice is often a surprise
The second, a lie. Peace,
By Peace, you survive each
Slice, some too small
To leave a
Mark, others
So

Big, they nearly cut your heart right out.
But you grow wiser as the pie
Grows smaller. You can calculate the
Dimensions required by true 
Love to make
Your hunger
Cease.

So when that piece lays before you, perfectly
Sized to fulfill your needs and desires
You can savor each freely
Offered bite without fear
Or doubt because
It's your
Last.

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