Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

May 15, 2014

Very Hunger

the room already

moist with soup

just begun sweating

celery and shallot

These still good?

she asks shoving

cut up mushrooms

under his nose

an earthy wetness

floods the sweeter

idea he'd breathed

deep for expecting

food to answer

his very hunger

he shudders and

can't   say   no

Written at the Massachusetts Poetry Festival, a 10m poem from the prompt, "Two people in a kitchen thinking they want different things."

Posted by Delire at May 15, 2014 12:05 PM