And I shall mix
my true feelings
with creative words
inside poetic vat of mind.
Churning carefully with spoon like pen
until its flavor is just right.
Blending words together
until they make a splendid porridge for eyes.

Sometimes it shall be hot
with dark words that strike
with spice-like tones perhaps to burn eyes.  

Other times,
with passionate waves of love
that sooth and provides blanket of light.  

And when mixture is emptied
upon vellum tablecloth,
I will take a stroll in breath
before once again
I’m inside the kitchen of my mind.

So do come to my table of verse
and taste it to fuel your heart.
It’s not fattening and I offer it freely
welcoming your company.