Culinary Flame

When 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. 

Reviews

[I, Rene]

This has a sultry undertone that tells me it's not about food, rather a mans daily bread first thing in the morning.