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.