Culinary Flame

Culinary Flame

A Poem by I Cast a Shadow

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. 

© 2012 I Cast a Shadow


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

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on December 19, 2012
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Tags: food, love, feast, goddess, scent, smell, taste, hunger, nectar, complete, perfect, perfection, full, desert

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I Cast a Shadow
I Cast a Shadow

Portland, OR



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I 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..

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