Brain Food

I won't eat your soul,

but that doesn't mean

I won't eat your mind

-- oh, I see you've read Faulkner and Froid,

Woolf and Wadsworth, Shelley and Sawyer

that'll pair nicely with a red and your cerebellum

is that a hint of poetry I detect?

I see you have an appetite as ravenous as

mine for candied words and dressed-up phrases

I'd love to toss your intellect like a salad

let my ears devour your speech patterns

let my brain dine finely on the content of your character.

delectable syllables pronounced like you mean it

the scent of your nutrient knowledge rich head

wafts like an ordered meal to waiting tables.

you feed your mind with proteins and books

so that I can stew and season and cook

until all your cerebral power lies digesting

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