This is dedicated...

To my Chicken Wings.

A wing, is not a wing.
Without the Honey BBQ Sauce.
That causes me to sing,
and shut my eyes and shake my head.
Unaware of stares, I smile and thank God aloud.
For the beauticiousness that is you.

Yes, I ate you up with reckless abandon,
my apron ensconced in your delicious essence.
I am truly a happy bitch.
My life may only be completed by one other...
This I have learned over the past two days,
and that is you,
my beloved Honey BBQ Wing.

Oh Honey BBQ Wing,
How you've blessed me today.
No more like puking do I feel.
Rather I feel beautiful,
albeit slightly sticky. But it's a good kind of sticky,
a fickle love you prove to be...
How I wish you wouldn't leave so soon.

Dear Honey BBQ Wing,
have a heart.
Quit running away from me, trying to leap from my fingers.
For the coudoroys I'm wearing do not love you as I do,
Neither the Nikes care as much as I do.
We're meant to be together, united as one.
You make my lunch worth taking,
my fingers worth licking,
my lips worth smacking.
I owe it all to you.

My Honey BBQ Wing.