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Food-egasimThe smell hits me first Smooth olives dipped In Mediterranean vinegar Then the tang of cut onions Basted drip down the nerves of my spine And electrical currents lift tiny hairs on my arms And a silent wish rises from the depths of me A cry for humanity I wish everyone could enjoy their food As much as I do Next the cream feeling Soft and delicate of goats cheese Melts on the roof of my mouth while my tongue Lavishes in grains mixes with spices And liquids And layers Of taste To delight my toes As they curl And the baby tomato Explodes sending Sensations of wet seeds In the mix And my breath Inhales as if a lover Had touched some deep Forbidden place In public And then I smile at her As she enjoys watching Me eat… And enjoy the pleasures… They add to her own… My eyes close And she takes A raspberry Creamed in chocolate mouse Delicately placed In my mouth, Her delicate fingers Like a part of the meal I wish to savor And the chocolate mixes With the flesh of Raspberry and skin … intake of deeper breaths still… and the serpent coils at the base of my spine leaps through my vertebra like a cannon exploding out the top of my head and we are in a public place I'm being held up By an invisible string From the heavens And I wish I wish everyone could enjoy their food As much as I do. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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