Love exposes the core of a kind,

Mankind, womankind, unkind,

A nakedness that isn’t always welcomed,

Yet almost always necessary,

A stripping down beyond passions,

Showing the commonness of strangers,

Each kind exposing the love desired,

Baking, like life, is strongly for feeding,

There’s a whole lot of mixing involved,

Of likened and oddities,

In just their right proportions,

Otherwise all for naught,

Making the outcome a joy that nourishes,

Feeding the life beyond its baking.