Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Scrambled Eggs

Scrambled Eggs

Fresh from pushing our muscles to new limits
We both had nothing left to give
But the nurturer within her
Compelled her to give just a bit more

A quick, meager feast hastily fashioned
With great care and casualness, for her
It must be self-evident that mushrooms,
Spinach and bacon crumbles
Are my favorite modifiers

And not too much cheese, as I’m a finicky one
Oh, and a dash of cayenne pepper just for kicks
See, she remembered my affinity for
Spicy foods, because she just does

Without my uttering a single grunt, she knew
Though every bit as exhausted as I, she acted
Though I didn’t even ask, 
She knew and she acted on my behalf

Is it just her nature?

I think it might be just a bit more

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