By Indira Penubolu
Bread-
Lightly buttered,
Honey smeared,
Washed down by
A cup of milk,
Microwaved, lukewarm.
Egg puff;
Crust in the hair scattered.
A bit of rice,
A bite of chaat,
Thumbs up to clear the throat,
As the sun glinted furtively
Through the green…
On eyes gleaming green.
Lips and cheeks - Tainted red,
Hair knotted tight in a chignon.
On the table spread:
Hand blown , blue rimmed glasses
Filled with red sauvignon
Dispersed by the candle; lit.
Shining silver,
Laden Charcuterie- devoured.
A Sizzling brownie platter-
untouched…
As they undressed each other
With eyes that met
And hands that didn’t.
By Indira Penubolu
So much warmth in the poem 🩵
Wow yummmmyyyy. My stomach is full reading this poem.
That was mouthwatering.
Wow!!! What a delightful exploration of the sensory experiences associated with food and the moments shared at the table ❤️
Beautiful ❤️