#delicious
intent on obvious obscurity
living something
to layer in
a casserole
dish best served cold
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 12:44 AM UTC
Swallow it.
My ****
full of yeast
spewing bread
Swallow that!
Just like you asked me to.
De-Lish-Ous?
Well... That's what you said when
you asked me to give you a *******
Get down there...Pig!
and feed at my trough
Full of ****** yummy
wholesome goodness.
Ya know, ten out of ten men prefer
Bread made with yeast
What a feast!
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
_Drizzle me in honeyed gold,
let caramel ribbons lace my skin,
warm and slow as they trickle down—
a river of molten sugar, pooling in bliss.
The air is thick with vanilla hush,
soft as sifted powdered snow,
melting on my tongue like a whispered dream,
light as spun sugar caught in the breeze.
Bite into the velvet hush of chocolate—
dark as midnight, rich as sin,
a decadent flood that lingers and sighs,
coating lips in satin warmth.
Strawberries glisten, ruby-bright,
dipped in white chocolate sighs,
their **** kiss softened by cream’s embrace,
blushing beneath the moon’s silver glow.
Golden crusts crack beneath the fork,
pastry flaking into a buttery hush,
as custard spills in silken waves,
folding sweetly into waiting hands.
A swirl of cinnamon dances in air,
twisting in clouds of sugar and spice,
as soft dough blooms in golden spirals,
cradled in the warmth of the oven’s arms.
And in this feast of sugared dreams,
where every taste is a lullaby,
let me drown in the amber glow
of honeyed nights and caramel skies._
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
There’s a reason why I keep it all inside.
Loving you was the most delicious form
Of self-destruction I have ever tasted.
I don’t want to write about you anymore.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:02 PM UTC
My Grandmère and I have long, gossipy conversations,
where we fall into our own chatty, slumber party rhythms.
She’s met or knows everyone important, and people tell her things.
They DM her or whisper secrets of lives ordered but loveless,
of careers choked by excesses and indiscretions.
She gets stealthy, leaked business reports of purported fortunes gambled and lost or of innocence wasted in bittersweet embrace - delicious, tangled narratives that expose the gaps between facades and realities that can’t be purchased.
Sometimes we pop popcorn on our private ends of the Atlantic,
watch Netflix, share secrets and laugh conspiratorially.
.
.
Songs for this:
Us by Regina Spektor
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 7:44 AM UTC
Sweet delicious wonderful
Stunning **** beautiful
Cute addicting loveable
Loving friendly delightful
Hypnotic gorgeous amazing
Hot alluring dazzling
Kind sincere compassionate
Thoughtful brave considerate
Bold passionate capable
Soft romantic sociable
Helpful bright impeccable
Charming smart sensational
Cheerful peaceful admirable
Intelligent tolerant
And simply irresistible
Apr 9, 2024
Apr 9, 2024 at 6:40 PM UTC
We children gathered around the table.
The aromas were rich and dense, we fidgeted.
But we had one last thing to do - before we began the feast.
We all, in our places, held hands, smiling, as my dad began to sing
- and, after a beat, we all joined in.
To the tune: “Rudolph the red nose reindeer”
“Leonard the big leg turkey
had two great big turkey legs
and if you ever saw them
you would actually say, “they’re big.”
All of the other turkeys
they would laugh and call him names
they never let poor Leonard
join in any turkey games
Then one foggy Thanksgiving eve
The pilgrims came to say,
“Leonard with your legs so big”
“How’d you like to join our Thanksgiving gig?”
Then how all the turkeys loved him
and they shouted out with glee
“Leonard the big legged turkey,”
“you’ll go down in history.” (like the light bulb)
“you’ll go down in history.”
“you’ll go down well with graveyyyyyyyyyy.”
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Nov 22, 2023
Nov 22, 2023 at 4:30 PM UTC
dear bill,
so sweet of you
to leave behind
a paper jot
for me to find
for ev’ry breakfast
lunch and tea
gone missing since
you married me;
- however -
such wilfulness
I do condemn
each crust and crumb,
each stone and stem,
each potluck plum
purloined at night
to satisfy
your appetite;
this doctor’s wife
has had her fill
of poetry
and bitter pills,
and crumpled drafts
in juicy scrawl
appended to
the icebox door;
your words do not
a meal make
how many more
must I forsake
- meals, that is -
before your page
is fit for press
and I can sup
on more…not less
love, floss
ps dinner’s in the oven, probably
Mar 16, 2022
Mar 16, 2022 at 6:09 PM UTC
Oh, wild things
laughing and blushing
devouring that warm
delicious champagne breeze
That fever and desire
it is sacred
slow
poetry
Kiss me he said
And she did
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 10:07 PM UTC
An Arctic breath of north moves
across the snowy dirt
like a fridge
across a chocolate
ice cream with vanilla
Winter sun lights
over the white shadow of ice
like a microwave heating frozen meals
grief and joy are the two sides
choose favourite
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 9:50 AM UTC
a little simile here,
a splash of metaphor there,
all carefully folded and mixed
to form a delicious souffle.
it goes into the oven
at the perfect temperature.
the souffle begins to rise,
the sweet aroma engulfs the room.
but the timer chimes early.
they take the souffle out,
and it sinks within itself,
forming a deep, large canyon.
but this souffle is different.
they put it back in the oven.
it bakes longer and longer
until it finally rises again.
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 1:50 AM UTC
Love is delicious
Lingering deep in your chest
In a heart-shaped box
Pulsing slowly
You glow, flickers
In your gaze
And love finds a way
To communicate, deeply
In rhythm, and unspoken words
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
The leaves on the tree outside my window get bigger by millimeters,
And the umami delight of marmite on crumpets is comforting and luscious,
One eye shut because the sun if filling it with heat and light,
This way I can still read my book in the sun,
These joys,
These small joys,
Which you have to take note of, you must,
Are endless;
Cold beer zapping my tongue like electricity, zing zing,
Dippy eggs with toast crunchy and eggs runny , salt flecked across the top,
Coconut hand-cream rubbed between each finger and thumb meticulously,
Music pouring through rooms into the flat and lilting in and out of earshot from outside, inside, next door and my radio,
Sparrows with their endless cheep cheeping,
Steam from strong black tea, gilded with rose, warming my hands nose and stomach,
The tiny hairs on raspberries, so soft and the juice so ****
Plans to go no where, somewhere, the pub! A river! A farm! On a train! On a boat! On a bus!
Candles which pack the room full of floral, honeyed scents,
Crunchy apples,
Flaky pastry,
Warm bread,
The tsssssssttt when you open a can of Coke,
Lemons, just lemons,
The bbzzzz bbzzzz of my phone carrying I love yous, and for ***** sakes,
You have to take note of these joys, you must,
Because when I think about 16 women dead by lovers hands,
I feel I've hollow bones,
I need the beer, eggs, hand-cream, music, sparrows, lemons and bbzzzz, tea, bread, pastry and plans to keep me upright,
And I send thoughts of dippy eggs and lemons to those without.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
Bottom heavy, firm to touch,
summer flushed round cheeks,
pleasantly pitted. Stripped ****
swerve curve, mellow flesh
deseeded. Cubed, served
papaya.
Sweet!
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
/
nothing beats a drukn n nighht
like a peaceful tipsy twilight
/
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
I have a bone to pick with people
who have
the audacity
the gall
the *****
to put Nutella
in the fridge
if you don't know what happens
when you
put Nutella
in the fridge
I will tell you.
when you
put Nutella
in the fridge
it gets all hard
similar to when frosting is put
in the fridge
or when you lose your innocence
then when a cool person comes along
(ex. Me)
wanting to make a
GLORIOUS
peanut butter and Nutella sandwich
and it's FROZEN
mmmmm...
let's just say that persons' quality of life
will be dimmed
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
Sometimes I just think about things
let my mind run, as free as the creek which babbles
furiously at the injustice of the world
I think about
school
people
friends
food
the inevitability of the doom of the human race
boomers
to
millenials
to
zoomers
to
doomers
to
DEATH
I'm
scared scared scared scared scared
of all the stuff
there is to think about
ok now. that's enough of that.
I'll be happy now
with the time I have left
content with my demise
smiling at the death
of all the fake things I care about
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Hungry
Always hungry
Munching on yummy food
Eating delicious snacks all day
Starving
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
ice cream
awful for the health
the teeth
the emotional well being
but like every confection
she was delicious
the slide of my tongue
unto her neck
then her nectar
the temporary pleasure
after everything
cold skins melting
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 1:32 AM UTC
“creamy unto delicious” he marvels and marvelously replies,
when a hazy memory from mournings past asks howz it taste?
this café au lait in a french handleless cup big enough to drown
your bad dreams, just the thing, the A way to start to day, manufacturing schemes to wipe the slate or just add to a long longingly “to never do” list, time frozen, whitened emptily clean, a familiar frenemy
but staying in bed on a beauty of mostly sunny, partly cloudsy day,
is tempting now that he is armed and dangerous with mug gigantic,
doing nothing is so sublime, until a lunchtime of Corona and lime,
reminds you that dinner planning will be needed under the influence of vin rosé, ordering by app so easy, marveling at the choicest array, easy quick under his non-currant existence, wordplay for no-audience
when there is no one there to disagree or temper your eyes appetite,
or bring you café with heart designs in caramel and white, or inquire
howz it taste so you nonetheless reply out loud with tears while wondering how memories live-on, in drinks and catch phrases,
you answer when she no longer, not here to ask, to gentle reprimand,
but answer the answer to everything, with an all encompassing
crémeux à délicieux creamy unto delicious,
reminder to David, you now, king of nothingness, shepherd of no one,
no longer need a real voice to answer unto anything
~for my lover of everything french~
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Something was inside her head
I tried very hard to find.
As I soothing her body, she whispered
Applying cuddling, she muttered
Like a beautiful mountain, her hair stood.
I know she felt something
But she was a bit scaring.
I heard a free flowing of her blood
I proceed with my delightful searching
Her heart made a trumpet sound
Heart beating I never heard before
As she mourned
I kept on going as I ignore.
She made a very delicious musical sound
As I proceed, she begged
Beg for me to be inside her body
I wrapped her sweet lovely body,she laughed.
I continued to take my round
Hell she's hot enough to be burned
We snoozed!
May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC