His Sandwich

Somewhere in the way
you flatten French bread
into wings, lining each side
with sliced lamb, spinach and salt,
I find love's precision
for detail and taste.
Your efforts meticulous,
making that flight
from china plate to tongue
longed for, sprinkled
with the anticpation
of savoring the gypsy meat
the shy sweetness of mint, I left
haunting its crown of bones.
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Painting is by artist, Michael Naples.