Responding tho the early-bird prompt set on March 31 on napowrimo.net: “write a poem in the form of a love letter . . . to an object. Ideally, the poem will be a kind of riddle, where it’s not totally obvious that the addressee is your beloved childhood pogo stick, or a dish of pad thai from your favorite restaurant, until near the end.”
The red you often wear becomes you best,
Though I prefer your green, or white and blue;
It does not really matter how you’re dressed,
I love you as you are, each shade and hue.
I love you when you’re hot, or warm, or cold,
I do adore your versatility,
The way you showcase scents both new and old,
Vesting humble mates with true nobility.
You tempt me with a new style every day,
Your angel’s hair, your tiny ears, your curls—
I’m bound to you, from you I cannot stray,
Enchanted by your sinuous swirls and twirls.
Never sated, never shall I say basta,
For you’re my one and only plate of pasta.