Food + You

Food on my mind, I eat you

You on my mind, I salivate

Food plus you, the aroma calls

Calls becoming pulls

Pulls becoming you

You on my mind, food on my palette

Healing aromatherapy

You bring out the best—

Aroma transitions to touch

Touch transitions to feel

A feeling so real hits me,

Like chilli hits the tongue,

Like chocolate hits the soul

And frozen in my mind, my senses yearn and indulge

In you

In beautiful food.

Trails.

Off goes that mask,

Off goes the tirade,

The rage, the raging rage,

Transitioning –

Off goes the weight,

Of having to live up,

Off goes the attire,

Attire made to make flesh & bones fit,

Even if they don’t,

Fit to a certain cut,

Cut to a certain bent.

Twirls

And each time you hang up,

my heart,

it breaks just a little bit;

as your calloused, hardened finger –

hardened by work, and hardened by play,

by the way it grips the paintbrush, by the way it guides the ball coming at it with agility and poise –

meets the red on the screen,

methinks,

that deserves my touch, my tender play,

with my hands, that guide it places,

with my fingers;

and you might not be able to help it –

what you had set out to do;

so can’t I.