Pot Pie Love Affair

In the Microwave you cook in five and a half minutes.

Come out steamy and hot.

Better than any lover.

As I slowly,

Almost religiously remove the top crust,

And cherish it’s taste.

I am reminded of smooth flesh,

To hot to touch.

Finally your inner contents revealed,

(With some guys you may never find that)

I dive gently with a spoon,

Your lower crust is too delicate for a sharp fork.

Into your assortment:

Turkey, Peas, Carrots, and the Broth,

Oh the broth is the beauty of it all,

Like the glue of a broken chair,

It will collapse if your not careful with the glue.

And at the end when you are all hollowed out,

Your shell just a memory of what was to be.

I sadly eat the rest,

Dreaming of the times we’ve had.