Some meals you tire of before they're finished.
You push your plate away
the taste ash in your mouth
finished with even the idea of that flavor gracing your pallet again.
Some meals you devoir wantonly until there's nothing left.
They leave you hungry still.
You are forced to go find more to eat
another meal to fill you up better; more completely.
Some meals you nurse as long as you can.
They are savored tiny bite by tiny bite
you hoping to drag out the pleasure as long as you can
not wanting it to end.
Some meals you make as often as possible.
They become your favorite
delicious and effortless.
You eat them often without regret of calories or regard for consequences.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
Some meals you tire of before they're finished.
You push your plate away
the taste ash in your mouth
finished with even the idea of that flavor gracing your pallet again.
Some meals you devoir wantonly until there's nothing left.
They leave you hungry still.
You are forced to go find more to eat
another meal to fill you up better; more completely.
Some meals you nurse as long as you can.
They are savored tiny bite by tiny bite
you hoping to drag out the pleasure as long as you can
not wanting it to end.
Some meals you make as often as possible.
They become your favorite
delicious and effortless.
You eat them often without regret of calories or regard for consequences.
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