A, for Appetite

Approach me as I weep,
trance, stroke me into pretentious sleep.
Dish of the day,
An entrée mirage of perfection,
followed by haunting ideals and rejection.
Force my body into colossal transition,
alienate my whole, batter into urgent submission.
Dish of the day,
served with a euphoric sure
my hunger and I are combined, our thoughts completely entwined.

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