your bread knife

your bread knife makes the bread
feel like warm butter
it’s why I love you
because your knife
glides through the crusty whole grain bread
you, darling, must be acutely sharp
like your razor sharp serrated bread knife
you could be president of my heart
with a blade like that
the way you cut warm oven bread
makes me want to bake bread,
lots of warm bread
if you know what I mean

by the warm kneady light of the moon boy poets