Imponderably tasty (Love is… #18)

Love is like peanut butter

some prefer it smooth, glides
easily along the bread

others like it chunky, rough,
more substance, texture,

nothing comes easy, tears the
bread up from time to time

Banes of…

You’ll never know
what might have been

you’ll never prove
what could have been

to loudly proclaim
what should have been

is the greatest of curses
self-inflicted by men