Nourishment such as this
was found often at the
banquet of youth, when
a tender phrase slipped
from luscious lips and
a longing glance served
as appetizer for the
feast of love.
Sometimes a letter came
with tender phrases and
longing glances suggested
in the bill of fare, tempting
bites to savor and dream
over again and again.
Before the Full Meal Deal
of life's sundry buffet
there were tidbits
that tasted so fine it
seemed impossible to
forget their nuanced flavors
but I did, until
nourishment such as this.
Written for Poetics — Foodloose — at dVerse Poets hosted this week by Claudia Schoenfeld, whose delectable prompt asks us to "dish up some tasty poetry." (Incidentally, Claudia, I agree with you about the movie Ratatouille!)
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