A Strawberry Melancholia

I slide through this world
Just like that jam dripping
From edges of the jar
After breakfast
On cold kitchen tops
Turned up side down
Sticking to what I know
Falling reluctantly
Towards a frying pan
Watered down
Evaporated all around the room
Until I smell of everything
And everything smells of me

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Friends, I have no idea how to continue this blog, this experiment, after creating 100 characters/100 poems. I have decided to practice free-writing for some time. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Peace and love to all.

The Chef: The Taste of Love

To you my darling ginger skin
I cast myself into the sifting flour
And as I sprinkle on your top
I’m churned into a buttery sauce
And melt across your naked chest
Sugar-coating every inch I conquer
With my splendid taste
Enchanted by your gracious self
I lose my presence in your eyes
And fumble all existence in your arms

A simple smile can keep my belly full
A naked laugh, a feast to feed the world
With you I push the limits of my mind
Towards sensations far beyond my recipes
For you I carve my heart with smiles
And marinate my soul with happiness
And even naked pheasants
Cooked on gentle fires
Would cherish every ounce of pain
Knowing that you will be served
Their feathers plucked but their conviction strong
That they in turn would taste of love

But even oven clocks can’t keep the time
They seem to tick much faster than we’d like
Our moments simmer, burning fast
Its too intense
Between the char of what we have
I cannot reproduce the taste of love
With all your tears and sobbing on my mind
I dine on banal meals and serve my hate instead
For man was never meant to taste
The bittersweet melancholy of love

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