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Just Minutes from A Predatory feast.

Updated on June 15, 2010

 

Just Minutes From A Predatory Feast.


 

Lettuce consider
dressing for dinner
and what we should pour out
over our vegetative state
as we peruse the menu.

 
Menu love to devour
while I sip Chardonnay
minutes away from a
predatory feast.

 
The candle sputters

a suggestive bit of

heat and captures
your eyes

hunger gleaming
as you suckle

a lamb chop
and I scrape

the sweet pulp
from a buttery

avocado.

 
Soon a sizzling slab
of artery clogging,
pure garlic drenched,
steamy bovine mass,
is set before me
and I become primitive
eating it with relish,
not of the green kind
but of the

mouth watering
lip smacking,
Neanderthal kind.


Later I will

enjoy another
spread of flesh 

for desert
salivating over

it's texture and heat.

 
Smothering all its silky
juices between my lips
savoring one tidbit
over and over.

 

What you share

with me then  

will most likely 

cause you too to

become primitive
in a natural state of bliss
while I feast

on what nature
has provided in it's
vast bounty of
Summer's delights.

 


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MFB III


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      Susan Reid 6 years ago from Where Left is Right, CA

      Fabulous! I really enjoyed this bit of whimsical writing.

      Since I just purchased some lovely lamb chops today, I will hold the word "suckle" in my brain until such time as I go Neanderthal and devour them with relish (not the green kind:-). Well done, sir! (or medium rare). MM

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      prettydarkhorse 6 years ago from US

      wow, always with interesting words and nice way intermingling foods and poem, Maita

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Man i,m so hungry,

      i could eat a juicy chop

      chew on it til i drop

      i wish it didn,t have that old hard bone

      but i suck on it too, i can,t leave it alone

      now my words are not as poetic as yours

      but i do the best i can behind these locked doors.

      Cheers my friend the poet.

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      SilverGenes 6 years ago

      This will be with me next time I am ordering dinner - fabulous job!

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      lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

      The most provocative, little poem I've read in a very, very long time. Lovely. A favorite MFB!! ~ Laura

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