A love letter to Pizza
you are mine
sublime triangle
you aren’t equilateral
a luscious isosceles
your geometry’s perfect
the way pepperoni lays like isles in mozzarella seas
under a bread mantle please
i ain’t good at math but i know the right answer to you + me
i want to devour you tip-to-tip end-to-end inside and out
til i reach your crust
and i must
have you
This poem is about:
Me