Not as hungry as before
Not diving for your scraps as they hit the floor
Taken with your fragrance still
Your piquant, savory, spicy treat
Realization has arrived
The last taste you left me with
Was bittersweet.
Breathing in your aroma
Reeling at the perfection
Many secret ingredients, hidden inside
Hunger took control and
Into the stew I willingly dove
Unbending, unable
Not willing to see
The truth between you
and me.
What kind of meal are you prepared to serve?
Hot or lukewarm, nouvelle,
Or same old cuisine?
Long days of longing for the appetizer
Doesn't compete with the main course.
I craved that only it would
Be served by you.
Another restaurant just opened down the street
Not gourmet but homecooked
Nothing fancy
Not like you.
But nourishing and filling
Honestly sweet.
Your tip will depend on your service
I’m waiting for the menu,
Restless and unabated
Can’t rest until my appetite
Has been sated.