(On The Morning Before Break Fast)
What have I done?
Have I lasted twelve hours
food-free already?
The rest
should certainly be a breeze.

But
she smells of maple syrup
looking so delicious,
tempting me
to take a timid taste
followed by a full-on feast.
Great God,
I am so hungry for her.

Soon she will awaken
sunny side up
as always, enticing me
with her buttery skin
and resolve
to avoid any inappropriate actions
during this seasonal hunger strike.

She is at her most beautiful
at breakfast time
and now
I yearn to end this ceremony.
I wish to savor her spicy sweetness
taking her into me
through any avenue available.
So exquisitely appetizing.
Please
can this fast end quickly?