I serve your
food and bring it to you,
spoon in hand,
but you say:
feed me with
your
fingers
surprised by
your insistence, I hesitate
and push for
spoon, but you say:
feed me with
your
fingers
I say it makes
no difference, but you say:
food tastes better
when you
feed me with
your
fingers
putting the
spoon away
I surrender fingers
and heart
again
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