Dinner plans

Just a taste won't hurt........

 

Longing desire sits on my hearts throne,

a savory aroma invites me to that hallowed ground called "Kitchen"

 

yet I cannot just brazenly taste of the evening's delights

eating as a beast with no thought of decorum

or a thief who lacks discretion

 

no

 

I must connive

ponder and plan

 

I rendezvous with a one brazed chicken

 

"Dear, I think I'll get a drink"

a line delivered masterfully,

 

"Would you like anything?"

yes, that’s believable,

 

this ruse, a seed of deceit planted in my love’s ears. 

 

I slink and slither away for a taste forbidden

my stomach answering what was bidden 

 

There is the prize

so piping hot

just a cut

a sliver of a slice

what could a taste do,

surely

she'll appreciate my overview

 

silently a drawer opens

a knife removed,

 

lid lifted with all the dexterity

of a cat-burglar,

 

"What did you think you were going to do?"

I hear

 

"Couldn't wait 30 minutes, could you?"

accusations and slander strewn

 

"You'll wait with the guests, now back to the living room"    

At least I got a taste of defeat……..

Author's Note

......I am realy hungry............

Reviews

[Dessi]

I laughed and cried through this entire poetry. You're awesome.

[Dave W.]

Thank you, I want to get away from sadness and write more positive things.

[Dessi]

Pie is gooood

[Dave W.]

You speak my hearts language, pie is king........

[Dessi]

my favorite line
"At least a got a taste of defeat…….."
That was genius lol

[Dave W.]

Thankyou, you said you were in a slump, i have been in a slump as well, I have been distracted by what could not be and missed what was, I like reading your kind words.

[Dessi]

You have to go through what you have to go through.
Nobody can tell you how.

[Dave W.]

Yeah I suppose you are right, I know it's all part of growing, I am learning to make peace with loss, there are just some people I have really loved for my inner being and sometimes it hurts alot to think of them, but life is temporary and I must open my hand and release them.

[Dessi]

Do not force anything Dave W.
Your life has been wrapped in her and she is a part of you. To tear her away might tear a part of you away.

[Dave W.]

I hear you, I think from now on I am happy with only friends and writing poetry, there is a process that I will allow and stop fighting.

[Dessi]

You know something? This poem is like watching a show! Have you considered writing for the media? How about news? You're good!