Corn Horns
Peter produced a bright bag
of corn horns happily
with a like grin
and crushing a palm-full
of the salty yellow
cones amidst my tender back
teeth Anne slipped them on
slender fingertips prodding
the weary bard to loosen
his jeans
shirt to expose his bare
back to receive her
ever-eager
that he might know
at last the wonder
of a snack
food back scratching.
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