Mesquite fires of the forbidden
Ignite a sizzling plancha of blended lust.
Fantasies in every fervent flavor meld spicily,
Swirl in imagination-whisked synchronicity,
A burner in its brightest blue-blazed bloom
Feeds the rolling boil of a purloined elixir.
Percolates liquid delirium into savory steam
I groan with gusto for your taste.
We consume
And are consumed,
Losing track of when the amuse-bouche
Became the digestif.
You’re full.
You’ve overindulged.
Your gluttonous conscience revolts.
The convivial chef abandons the banquet without a word
Unattended, the cataplana’s streaming pearls
Subside to timid bubbles
And cool to tepid tastelessness.
I weep at what has gone to waste.
The heat that once seared
Will also scorch and cauterize,
Frag the longest patience
Into tooth-cracking crumbs.
I grow indifferent from your space.
When your hunger gnaws once more
I will have quite lost my appetite,
Save your back-burner recipes
For another part-time gourmand.
