Perfect Ingredient
Need rises, urges
me into motion,
engulfs each sense, pushes
for action. I search
my mind
the perfect ingredient
to satisfy this craving,
to complement this want.
Is it the scent of cinnamon?
the earthy musk of fresh soil
or sea salt air?
Each passes across
closed eyelids-
I breathe deeply
calm the inner turmoil,
desire unquenchable.
I picture olive oil drizzle
basted over bare breasts-thighs
imagine the golden glaze
meeting lips
parted for the delicacy.
My mouth waters for
smoky sweet
rich as roasted garlic
spread fresh-hot across
the palate, soothed with wine
splashed on the waiting
tongue tip, suckled
to ease the pain of want,
satisfied
by the perfect ingredient.
I search.
Siobhan
10-20-07
