Stood up

stuff does happen

I was sharpening my knives behind the kitchen counter 
when she left
refusing to stay for dinner and wait.
And to think how ready I was to work my fingers
to the bone
fencing with a hot stove
and the desire to quit Just for her

The souffle was predestined in my mind's eye
just as the conversation we would have,
how she would have laughed down to 
the twinkle in her eye where the candle flame would gyrate 
pulsing to the tom of her fancy...
Perfect, is what it would've been

And to think I was willing
to turn her into the fragrance of my moon
And to think I was ready 
to make her the chant of my midnight star
and make her the grace of my sun at noon....

She must've been too small,
Either that, or my cooking must surely suck!

Author's Note

I wrote this poem but I didn't like it so I would really be grateful if y'all would be honest about it

Reviews

[nathan]

Thank u lady amai

[rwar ish me]

Well I like it
I think it is a good piece.
And any work you produce is good.
Never put you or your work down or
let anyone else.
And your cooking must be good :)
~Amai

[nathan]

Hehe nope. I dont believe so. Thanks by the way for at least takin the time to read it :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Nathan, this surely made me smile............I am sure your cooking cannot be that bad :)