By Angel
Date: 12 April 1999

Love Feast

OK,
so now our meal is done

We have dined on each other's hearts
'til we are uncomfortably stuffed

Our eyes may have been too big for our
stomaches

Our desires overwhelming our faint hearts

We are close to being sick

There is not much left on our
plates of love

We sure did gorge!

Now,
candles dim
and flicker fast

A dying flame cannot last

But,
wait!

Appetites do come back
and there is plenty left in the kitchen

Gotta match?


Angel