Freezer Burns of Yesterday
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
with seduction’s imbibing gentleness.

As time passes,
how appalled we become
when spoilage seemed unavoidable,
frozen long-term preservation dissipating.

We think back…

Suffocated love,
life’s alarm for fragile illusions,
risks inevitable freezer burn.

Still…

For many,
love’s knowledge requires learning,
otherwise ignorance continues
blindly repeating yesterday’s false impression.

Perhaps it takes a freezer-burn thawing to wake up.