Edible relations

Our time together is

a veritable feast

of hot, screaming soup,

brooding, fermenting bread,

soothing spices and smells,

pungent aromas exciting our souls,

vindictive, violent vindaloo,

angry hollering bolognese,

anxiety ridden broccoli tarts,

a slow-cook dish simmering for hours,

a longing for a cup of emotional tea

waiting ’til the boiling point is reached.

Steam bursts forth, and then,

slows down and dissipates,

with afterwards make-up stew,

finishing with a sweet cuddle.

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