your cooking

woman , your cooking i enjoyed

when i yearn for more

blame me not at all

a special dish yours was

never to be tasted by anyone else

a tasty dish that was

never will i have enough of it

the inexplicable succulence of that dish

woman your art you perfected

◄ staying afloat

dim the light ►


<Deleted User> (4244)

Fri 11th Dec 2009 13:49

thanks for such a lovely and incisive comment.i will let readers comment.when they are done maybe i will spell out the levels i wanted to achieve with this poem.let us enjoy ourselves and get maximum satisfaction from what we do as poets!

Deborah Jordan

Thu 10th Dec 2009 17:15

Hi Jabulani, inexplicable? call me an old romantic hippy as I am sure many will on this site but some women learn to cook and then add our own secret ingredients,(depending who we're cooking for.) i think I know what your woman's secret ingredient was.. debz x

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