Jul 19, 2007
Dine with me, readers. I serve a cuisine of dark soul food mixed with sensual spices. Stay awhile and listen...
At the breakfast table
are bread and tomatoes
freshly baked and harvested.
But this craving for jalapenos,
this passion fire from excesses
of lava, clamps my mouth
into a silence served with love
twisted by bitter-salt diamonds.
I sit and savor stale flavors
dwindling like night-lights —
a moon shard aftertaste of reality
that you are what you eat.
[got hungry while bloghopping. hence this post. hehe. do follow the links and read the wonderful poems by the authors. left me quite satiated. *burp* oops. excuse me.]
Labels: food and drinks, i scry with my little eye, thoughts
