The Cookbook of Man

I read a recipe of Man
once with foolish heart
like a cheap harlequin tale
his musky scent brought me to my knees
as a magpie cawed
at the tension between us
His solid masculine chest
my heaving shapely breast
against his tight seam
I yearned to be pressed

A deep husky voice snaps
'where the hell is my tea?'
Illusive thoughts dreamy
become wilted,soggy, dreary
I clutch the saucepan tight
and clang the stainless steel
against the distant hope
of a colander strained love meal

So reads The cookbook of Man in real life
The kitchen steam masks my sad tears
for lost passion heat - cruel aging fears
Truth is the loveliest thing I know
tonight's tea - corn cobs and sweet potato

hm... that realy got something.. can't define it yet ... perhaps later but it got something

I think it's quite good Delta. I definitely enjoyed it. The second stanza doesn't quite seem as smooth as the first. On further consideration, that second stanza comes across as too black and white (or should I say two dimensional) and doesn't quite capture a the same three dimensionality of the first. If you know what i mean. But I do think overall it's quite good.

lol. Yes you're right. Perhaps that is what happened to her view of love - it became two dimensional.....

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Originally Posted by Delta40

lol. Yes you're right. Perhaps that is what happened to her view of love - it became two dimensional.....

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:lol: :lol: That does happen, doesn't it.

Great and smooth rhyming in the first stanza. And though, as Virgil said, the second didn't flow as well I very muched liked the images of clutchinng the saucepan.

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Originally Posted by Delta40

like a cheap harlequin tale

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Quite a captivating image here!

i like the contrast. maybe after he eats, he'll be more agreeable.