Monday, November 28, 2011

A Recipe - Susan


With your hands, pull together

this shaggy dough,

marbled with sweet butter,

smooth as the skin

across his shoulders, and also

freckled, with cinnamon and salt.


Apples for sweetness –

slice them thinly,

mound them up and tuck them in.

There will be too many to fit,

eat one with honey,

lick your fingers clean.


Play the serpent.

Kiss his lips and let him taste

the nectar on your tongue.

The air is heavy,

perfumed, sweet and spicy.

Realize, you are naked.


Eat your fill.

1 comment:

Naomi said...

I think this is one of my favorite rounds! Who knew food could be so animalistic and sensual? Well, I guess we all did... but still so fun and, dare I say, sexy!

I loved how you broke this poem into steps; it made me think a lot of Jessica Fisher's assignment! The imagery you used was so deliciously raw. I also like the use of the 2nd person- totally appropriate.