Hungry senses
And sensibility
And sense of responsibility
To feed my fevered heart
A three course meal
Of what I can't smell
Of what I can't taste
Of what I can't touch
Such gorgeous dinner
Should only blame my nerve endings
And not its own sweet bouquet
And not its own culinary savour
And not its own tender skinned nature
Hungry Senses
With a senseless palette

My compliments to the chef.