#foodforthesoul
You sting my tongue,
steam rising fresh from your bed
heavy in all the right ways.
You're not that hard to make,
yet I am too tired to cook.
You sit in my belly,
the way you taste still swirling around my mouth.
No matter how much you satisfy,
there is always room for you.
Your eyes, red and spicy,
the slow burn of how you spread
through my body.
Yet, I'm still too tired to cook.
I don’t want to over-season you,
the reality of part of you
becoming burnt edges on a ***
I don’t want to waste a single inch of you,
nor the space that you fill.
I want all of you inside of me,
even if part of you is burnt
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
Time is non existant
The world around me shuts down
I transfer myself wholeheartedly
Into a fantastical adventure
For I am no longer myself
I am the protagonist
Sleep, I need not
But answers, well..
Answers I need to live
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
Someone has stolen my food,
Which I saved and made for my soul.
My soul is starving,
And the mind is crying.
I suddenly started asking for help,
I fell on the floor and yelp.
My soul is dying for the food
And I started feeling guilty for being so rude.
The stolen food was not fruits, vegetables or ice creams,
But they were my wishes desires and dreams.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
Each morning she fills a bowl with love.
And my hands become like a spoon.
Nourishing my soul with such a precious gift.
A memory my mouth will soon never forget.
The taste of love
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC