Home Cooking

Growing fat and content

like slices of bread

soaking up the oils of deceit

you and her

stay in  a

rented room

loving each other, gluttonously.

Commitment and responsibilities

left at the door.

Do you enjoy

the sense of abandonment

as you drink

up her juices?

Do you savour her

taste of warm syrup,

as it dribbles down

the side of your mouth?

Those who bed other men’s wives

are the ‘lowest of the low’

so I hear.
But that can’t be you? Can it?

I sprinkle you with flour and cherries

need you into dough

and roll you out with precision.

And you know how fishermen

coax big fish to their lines

with a pungent cocktail of mackerel and worms,

well I put my work of love into the oven

its tantalizing aroma escapes into the night.