A proteles  cristata
prepared
not grasshopper
for a meal
it is a
care given
and
merciful granting
to dwell
in
it's belly

We should cook meals together
I know this food will taste good
Let’s experiment up in the kitchen babe
Get the ingredients & turn on the stove babe

We should cook meals together
Turn on the stove
Making breakfast:
Pancakes, Bacon, Eggs, with some French Toast.

This is the vibe that I bring.
This is not just a fling, I’m trying to eat with you.
I’m trying to eat with you.
Cooking meals, cuddles in bed
Drinking wine, watching cartoons like "Tom & Jerry".
Tell you- “Good morning, love”
Kissing your cheeks & forehead.

And tomorrow, we an redo this again.
Where we wake up in the morning
Place you on counter
**** naked, cooking eggs.

Is talking a normal thing
families do at meals?
Is there something more to bring
Other than knives and forks and silence?
And does that silence often reveal
Something along the lines of defiance?

As we clear our plate
We talk of null
Only what we must restate
And once we sit a quiet fills
every seat of the table
No words left and so silence overfills

We sit and eat
Yet silence always feels like a threat
I must wave defeat
With a white flag of surrender
But can one do as much to forget
To not cry or even faltar?

Because when you dare
to speak aloud
to let words grace the air
You are only met with the feeling
That your words are not to be avowed
They are only meant for nothing