To My Delicious Studmuffin

My precious Johnny Angel!!!
So much like the food I long to stuff
into my hungry mouth
is
the very name I call you by
for
it speaks to me of johnny cakes
and
angel food cakes
and
angel food cakes
eaten
while
sitting on the john
and
johnny cakes
eaten
while
listening to the song
Johnny Angel
with the syrup and butter
running off my carelessly-held plate
and making rivers
on
my bare boobies
(because I love to eat in the nude!). . .
I miss you
even more
than I miss eating
the
big, green boogars
I loved so much as a child
but am way too sophisticated
to be indulging myself in now!

If only you were with me,
my precious studmuffin,
then
--if you would join me--
I might have the courage
to travel back in time
in my mind
and pick my nose
of its
gooey, green slime
and roll it into a wonderful ball
that magically increases in size
right before my eyes!

Come, my beloved, and be a child with me!
We will make balls out of our boogars
and feed them to each other,
and I will bake mud pies for you in my toy oven!

And, if this seems too risky for you,
at least come back into my life
and find out that I'm right
when I tell you that peanut burgers from Madewell's are made well!

Come back into my life, Johnny Angel,
before I eat so much comfort food
that I pop wide open
like
a chestnut roasting on an open fire!