It’s easy to fall in love at the grocer,
All of those melons and apricots,
And loose leaf teas.
I’ve actually smelled love
As I walked by the slow roasted coffee beans
They had especially imported from Argentina.
I’ve met a lover as I perused the cereal isle
Searching for a wheat free granola,
Lamenting at the fact they only had Cheerios and Fruit Loops.
I’ve yet to make love at the grocer though,
Carnal instincts among blueberries and yams.
I’ve almost been there,
Sitting amongst my pillows and a lover,
Nibbling on strawberries and freshly cut cheese on rice crackers.