My Night With the Poet (by Peg)

Karma-lized
Or candy-assed
We lie in bed, the apple passed
Nibbled, not yet bitten through
The knowledge that I have of you
Biblical, not yet entire
Kindling for the greater fire?
Or just a barren heap of sticks
Like the offerings proffered by all those other pricks?

(I have all these silly little poems and nothing else to do with them, and they don't take up much space, so I think I'll just post one every once in a while, if that's ok.)