Prime Rib

A taste of my passion for cooking, as a young chef a long time ago

As I look down I see the brilliant marble goodness

To which I begin to prepare, washing and cleaning

As to make her pretty for a formal dance

A scrub here, a little trim here

Until she is perfect and bare

To which I pour kosher salt upon my hand

To caress the white top, soon to be braised

As brown and golden as honey in the comb

I shudder to the thought of smells to come

As I wait for it to roll through the air

I hear the crackle of baked salt and fat

Congealing to make the golden brown goodness

That flows through the marble so tender and meek

Hours pass as I begin to froth

Knowing what pleasure, what bliss lay in store

An orgasm of meat and mouth

Melting, warming and delightful

Each supple bite as harmonious as the next

Until finished and plate bare

I savor the moment at hand