Poetic Meals

Every morning, I am served hot poetic delicacies Not the kind that stings the soft surface of the palate But the ones that erect a monumental appetite And create a never ending hunger for more poetry It is not the colourful presentation of these amazing dishes But it is the opulent flavours and audacious show of beauty The poetic meal is not only a sacred ritual It is an exotic dance with the flowing beauty of the spirit All senses are aroused by the caressing hands of these exotic pearls I am served love poems that undresses the body of my desires And elevate me to the summit of my fantasies The lavish lines paint a scene of an extraordinary romantic adventure Pouring an avalanche of romantic themes in the bowl of my mind I am left gasping for air as I struggle to hide my voluptuously erect thoughts That want to transmute my simple life into an extraordinary romantic thriller It is not the open window of the mind that gives me shivers But the audacious nakedness of their beautiful bodies And the extremely delicious taste of their nectar ©Kenneth Maswabi