My Eggs Are Perfect

The Real Word Poem for list #1, but I was too shy to post public...

My eggs are perfect

White as the moon

Not runny

The truth is, I’m jealous

You have an insatiable desire to

Expand, connect, grow

 I don’t

Ironically enough, considering I’m the Sagittarius

I should top off my emotional cup

Without you

Why do I give you that power?

The Yolks are the perfect viscosity

Not too runny not too hard, absolutely perfect for mixing with my …