May you be covered in whispers
Sweet nothings that spark to touch
Deep earthy kisses
Melted white hot
Tempted embers that make
All your corpuscles pop
Like cranberries
In the Thanksgiving pot
May it put the fire and blaze
Into the cave mans cave
That in all the ways
You dish out this display
Please give thanks appropriately
Firstly to God for setting the plate
Then hugs to the select scented mate
That puts the whipped cream
Top the pumpkin pies fate
And humbly lights all your candles for grace
©bk Thanksgiving Day 2009