Lazing Gourmet
lying down and stiring
stiring his heart and his soul
the smell of wine and thyme wrapped around the windows
of his bare boney body
staring inanely at a cake rising and falling bubbling
and forming in a superspeed oven with a caress of
kindness and childhood oozing from its vents.
the velvet cuddled up to him in a way that reminded
him
of the love he had lost aged 12 in a hotel resort in
Spain when his parents had teased him about having a
girlfriend and they drifted apart on an arguement
about UFOs.
raw to cooked
burning and saucy
fragrant yet putrid in consistency.
All ready for devouring
yet the couch seemed like the place to rest a while.
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