dara.cv
12-09-2013, 01:14 AM
This one was fun, I have to admit. Not sure if the title is befitting, but i have to go to bed for work.
Was that the remorsefully bitter sharpness of rue
or the numbing sweetness of clove?
Her words were a medley
seasoned with mixed messages.
Her possible intentions
stewed my imagination
into a viscous sauciness.
Her scent wafted filling the room
with aromatics of spicy thyme, calming chamomile, spirited sage,
and could it be?
Firey curry!
With no beginning nor end to the savory
she steamed the space of my being
and stirred my fantasies with her movements.
Back and forth in cyclical traces
from the pantry to the cutting board, to stove, to conversation,
and finally to the resolve
of my endlessly infinite devotion.
Boiling, my blood teemed in overflow
from the cup of my heart
into the bottomless cellar of my soul.
She combined and bonded
the mixings of infinite flavors
into that perfect blend called love.
Was that the remorsefully bitter sharpness of rue
or the numbing sweetness of clove?
Her words were a medley
seasoned with mixed messages.
Her possible intentions
stewed my imagination
into a viscous sauciness.
Her scent wafted filling the room
with aromatics of spicy thyme, calming chamomile, spirited sage,
and could it be?
Firey curry!
With no beginning nor end to the savory
she steamed the space of my being
and stirred my fantasies with her movements.
Back and forth in cyclical traces
from the pantry to the cutting board, to stove, to conversation,
and finally to the resolve
of my endlessly infinite devotion.
Boiling, my blood teemed in overflow
from the cup of my heart
into the bottomless cellar of my soul.
She combined and bonded
the mixings of infinite flavors
into that perfect blend called love.