Burning Lips

If you clicked on this poem
And expected to see
A paean devoted to passion,
You can stop reading now
‘Cause that’s not what this is –
I can’t even say “after a fashion.”

It’s instead a complaint
To my husband the chef,
‘Cause he constantly peppers the food.
Though I’m grateful he cooks
My poor lips pay the price
For they burn hours after I’ve chewed!