Freezer Burn
by Odin Roark

How gently we savor love's hors d'oeuvres,
Knowing not
Even in reserved bites
Appetites can rise,
Luring satiation into unguarded repose
While senses become numbed
To seduction’s imbibing gentleness.

As time passes,
How appalled we become
When spoilage seemed avoided,
Sealed long-term preservation secured.

Suffocated love,
Life’s alarm for fragile illusions,
Suffers the inevitable freezer burn.

Still,
For many,
Love’s knowledge requires learning,
Otherwise ignorance continues
Blindly repeating yesterday’s false impression.