Soul Food (Poem)

I solemnly swear ’tis my pleasure
to measure, slice & dice, dart back & forth, pour, sniff, taste, and chop,
for her pleasure.

She admits not, at first.
But, the more the reds, greens, zests, sweets, liquids, and smells were boldly, daringly, and confidently merged and allowed to make melodious matrimony,
her femininely subtle and inviting approval of “I’m liking the way you’re moving over there” at such culinary prowess
could no longer be suppressed,
muck like the lidded steam emitting from water, salt, olive oil, and angel hair —
the egg-wheat mesh meticulously catered to how she prefers the al dente and flavor.

She longs…for you to lead her to a new texture, a spice, an herb, a sweet, a pungency, a sauce, an aroma, and a rare kind of cut.
But, studying the specific flavors and glorious notes by which she, herself, is composed
and delivering her a creation complimenting such a divine composition
is equally consequential.

The wine-laced, three-cheese-infused, meat sauce made her eyes press shut and her to pause chewing to savor and singly sigh.
If you’ve never sliced & diced, darted back & forth, poured, tasted, and chopped for your woman, you’re a fool.

Ponder, for a moment. What better way is there to cater for the woman
who’s been catered for you?
For, one of the quickest ways to a woman’s heart is, too, through the stomach.

From the Soul,
T.S.P.

“The Crow” is a piece from my upcoming published anthology, “Return from the Pale Trail: Gifts to Humanity We’ve Been Taught to Forget.” I’m ecstatic to share this wonderful piece of literature with the family. I hope you all enjoy. Until then, feel free to check out my other published materials.