The Moya View

My Wife Is Cooking Hot

My wife is cooking hot,

a chef’s delight,

a beautiful spicy confection,

that nourishes me

with her love every day.

I am a lousy cook,

who can only

follow the recipe,

and improvise a dish when

it comes from the oven

of my heart.

So I write a poem,

so she can eat

the joy I feel,

even though

I am half-baked.

Our marriage is

a diner of two

that out cooks

all the best

restaurants in town.


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A bird flew out of my mouth.
Bloody Disgusting, Absolutely Horrifying
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