How is love like food what is love?
Many say how and what love is!
I will tell you what it is not! with food
To come home with a ravenous hunger,
To anything my eyes see,
And I lust to devour all.
I start with the chary taste of Twizzlers,
It does not fill me, merrily my hunger grows.
I move on to cream filled Oreo's,
With no regard for what the Twizzlers did for me
The rich crazy passion the Oreo's send into my mouth
My hunger is not appeased by this taste overload
The bitter-sweet taste melts in my mouth,
But I want more! My hunger is endless.
I see salty popcorn, intoxicatingly smell of butter.
Full of fluff high blood pressure and heart problems;
I don't care, for my aching stomach hunger's insatiable.
I desire more, for I'm empty dying, faint with hunger.
I know the lust of food, but what is love?
I go home to a red shinny Granny Smith Apple
Just as hungry as before, with the apple's cares in mind
I lift up the apple to keep it clean and check for bruising
I feel around the apple It is not spoiled or infested
But it is well shaped, pleasing to the eye, and healthy.
I water the apple carefully, so it can be clean and fed
The red apple is a living food to be treasured,
I cradle the apple carefully in my hands so it won't dropp
Then I choose to wed this apple, to eat it.
I saver every enjoyable morsel it gives me
Sweet savory taste fills my whole being,
The apple gives all of itself to be enjoyed
I give all of myself to the digestion, as one flesh!
It nourishes my body, out with that crap!
I feel pleased, full, I desire to plant it's seeds.
To be fruitful and multiply our love for each other
What if this food is lust or love-what would you want?
john raymond
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-of-food/
