Culinary FlameA Poem by I Cast a ShadowWhen she wakes -- she rouses free of time Unhindered by the world like a goddess; a free spirit. When she moves -- she flows like water; Creating her own path between gorges; Passing through everything. She prepares for me hearty meals That satisfy my hunger When she cooks -- it is divine The warm scent of dough, The glistening nectar of onion, The simmering song of sauces, That fill the air and fill my all. When I eat -- I feel complete Nothing can compare. From her preparation comes pure and unfiltered love. Crumbs tumble down my robes, Pure fluid trails my chin, And I am baptized inside with perfection. My eyes begin to weigh heavy; And my dessert waits upon her lips And in her rich and sweet embrace. © 2012 I Cast a Shadow |
StatsAuthorI Cast a ShadowPortland, ORAboutI read classics, science fiction, philosophy, and very little fantasy. I am inspired by Taoism and other Eastern philosophy, anarchy, new concepts, my ancestry, my muse, her family, my own family, .. more..Writing
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