dressed with lemon,
garlic, olive oil & mustard-
a chef's delight
but i like you best
bare
sliced open under rough snake
skin
velvet ripe & creamy
belly
drizzled with sugar
& cold milk,
bowled dessert
of indolent summer days
plump smooth,
slivers of ambrosia
your taste is only rivaled
by my other childhood memory-
cloistered nuns
making candied purple yams
stirring over
& over
flaming giant pan until
rough fibers turn sin-
fully lush
as nectar oil
decadent food
for gods
hand-bottled for sale in market -
pear-shaped
your green womb
wraps me tight like seed
coconut-shaped
pining for tropical sun-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - An oldie but good poem for today's Poetics by guest host, Lisa Fox (Jade Li). Join us for a food-inspired prompt at 3pm EST.
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