Tuesday 16 June 2015

Chocolate



You are the chocolate cake
kept hidden in the ice box

Your skin is rain-moist, 
petals plump as ripe apple cheeks 

My vegan tongue plied me
raw crunchy baby carrots & celery stalks

I nibbled on baked salmon with lemon & dill
But the meat of you

roasted fat,  juicy, pitted with spicy herbs,
wells up from my deepest belly

making my canines 
itch

 longing for burn
of your kiss

                                                  From Maya Lukash


Posted for:   D'verse poets Pub - Theme is Food hosted by Kanzensakura ~ Thanks for the visit ~

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24 comments:

  1. brudberg16 June 2015 at 14:41

    What a wonderful lust for food.. I have a feeling that the celery stalks would feel thin compared to the juicy plump chocolaty kiss...

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  2. Claudia16 June 2015 at 15:07

    hmmmm.... that sounds extremely tasty... even better than baked salmon with lemon & dill... that has to be something..

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  3. X16 June 2015 at 15:25

    Ha. I am more a fruit guy than chocolate. But I am a meat eater, so the further along I went the hungrier I got. Food also makes for a nice metaphor for other cravings as well.

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  4. Mary16 June 2015 at 15:28

    Seems quite a tasty banquet here, Grace, but I am wondering about the 'vegan tongue' eating 'baked salmon.' I love things flavored with herbs, would love a taste of that hidden chocolate cake.

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  5. Marina Sofia16 June 2015 at 15:28

    Oh, you naughty vegetarian you! All greens and no sinful food makes for a very dull diet... that was a poem to arouse all our gluttinous instincts...

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  6. Glenn Buttkus16 June 2015 at 15:43

    A wonderful love poem, to your taste buds & paramour both; just kept feeling the sensual romantic lusty vibes as I dreamed of French chocolate embraces.

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  7. Anonymous16 June 2015 at 17:28

    Ah. That is so beautiful. Loved the sensual notes, that ring like the sweetest melody.
    -HA

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  8. Sanaa Rizvi16 June 2015 at 18:21

    This is such a delicious and sensual piece :D loved these lines:

    Your skin is rain-moist,
    petals plump as ripe apple cheeks

    Pure perfection..!
    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  9. Pat Hatt16 June 2015 at 19:34

    Now that is quite the taste, sure nothing would go to waste

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  10. humbird16 June 2015 at 20:04

    Interestingly I'd stopped for now at first verse to appreciate the chocolate with ice......nice dinner today, thank you, Grace :)

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  11. Anonymous16 June 2015 at 21:45

    I love chocolate cake hidden in the ice box - well, really love the whole poem

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  12. Gabriella16 June 2015 at 22:07

    Reading your poem I wondered whether you are vegan or whether you were gently making fun of them. I am not a great meat eater but I love my salmon, especially with lemon and dill. Now I feel hungry! Smiles.

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  13. Katie Mia Frederick17 June 2015 at 01:08

    Ah.. decadent dreams of deep dark chocolates do relate..
    fantasies.. of delightful melting Easter bunny
    coating nests of bunnies..
    with eggs uphold first
    in chocolate covered
    rivers..do flow
    brown
    oceans of
    sweetest blue..:)

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  14. Roslyn Ross17 June 2015 at 06:35

    Beautiful combination of sensual delights.

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  15. Anonymous17 June 2015 at 07:38

    All of this sounded scrumptious!!

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  16. Unknown17 June 2015 at 11:09

    The question is..where did you hide the chocolate cake?

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  17. cammies on the floor17 June 2015 at 13:35

    So lovely and a great transition from softer indulgences to darker hunger

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  18. AnotherFearlessYear.net17 June 2015 at 15:42

    Mmmm . . . Chocolate!

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  19. Sreeja18 June 2015 at 01:40

    Yummy....Excellent!!

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  20. Kathy Reed18 June 2015 at 03:51

    Sounds wonderful..the way you describe a love affair with food....from another chocolate lover!

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  21. DnD_Boomer18 June 2015 at 09:02

    my whispered desire,
    even her thong underwear,
    - blushes

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  22. DnD_Boomer18 June 2015 at 09:02

    my whispered desire,
    even her thong underwear,
    - blushes

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  23. Anonymous19 June 2015 at 08:44

    Wonderful food metaphor in this! You make it clear why there is the phrase "sexual appetite"!

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  24. grapeling22 June 2015 at 12:56

    can I wolf whistle? ~

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