Every Muscle Has a Purpose

Long before you decided,
To gather the nerve to taste...
I had been in preparation.

Long before you knew this brew I cooked,
Existed!
The seeds of my ingredients were being nurtured,
To implant in minds...
Needing a boost with a quick lift.

And as you observe this,
For structure to compare...
My skills and talents.
To categorize,
And place them somewhere.
To eventually declare what I prepare,
To be free of content!
Let me say this,
If you didn't get it...

If the aroma doesn't capture your interest...
You will never comprehend the intent.

Every muscle has a purpose!
Every jesture is connected to meaning!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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