I am your buttered toast.

susan abraham

I am your buttered toast,
crisp and golden like a
tender roast.
So make the most of what
you see,
come to me or I shall cease
to be.

I am your buttered toast,
cries like lustered cream on
pearly rice, and
honeyed sin from languid
skin.
a desired spread that's thick
and fast.
hurry now and make it last.

I am your buttered toast,
all slapped-up neat to greet
and meet.
Stay and taste awhile, my
lipsticked smile, you'll find
a treat so kind
to eat.

(Sugared buns in the summer
sun,
the tug of hugs for
obscure fun.)

I am...I am...I am...
I am your buttered toast.