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How I would love to lie in your arms
Sipping fine aged wine
As you nibble on exotic and sweet fruits
Dark chocolate pieces all about
Your sultry voice whispering amusing seduction
Enchantingly into my heart
My spirits soaring
With the evening breeze
Your love, my laughter
Both echoing out loud
As our eyes full and alive
Heartily take in Rome’s beautiful architecture
Spoon fed by desire
Nourished by lust
Lavishly drunk on love
I am no connoisseur of your sophistication
I have no mastery of your art
I am not even close to being skilled in your preparation
But I understand well your consumption
How my tongue burns at your sight
My mouth salivates in your presence
As you stare me in the face
Beautiful and appealing
To the eyes
To the mouth
To my guts
Whether I have you with the best Sauvignon Blanc
Club soda so dry
Or even with plain still water
You are always the main attraction
The object of my appetite’s affection
Be it from a street vendor
Or the best cafes on
Avenue Des Champs Élysées
You satisfy my hunger
Give my stomach fulfillment
And leave me delectably pleased
Oh how sweet and savory you can be
Teasing my palates
Oh how spicy and sour you sometimes are
Pleasing my mouth
And filling me up
And when our time is done
Food
Oh yummy food
Delighter of my mouth
Nourishment for my being
I love that I can burn the caloric intake
Of your power
On my big and steady machine lover
I am sure a lot of parents can attest to the fact that with little ones around the house, there is no eating alone. It is very true with my little girls, and I don’t mind it all except on a few occasions as this. I want them to eat with me especially when I am eating my vegetables, brown rice, or other yucky foods like that. The idea is that if they see mommy eating her veggies, they would want to eat theirs too. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Poor me! 
On this particular day though, I was eating veggies, but not in the mood to share, yep, mommy who tells them to share all the time doesn’t want to share today. So I put a lot of peas in my lunch and started eating. As usual they came one after the other: “mommy, what doing?” that translates to “mommy, what are you doing?” “I am eating.” I replied with a sly smile. The scenario is the story behind this poem.
Macaroni and Peas
Eating my lunch
Twas macaroni and peas
Along comes one of my babies
With a quick look
And a no- no
She turned away
The peas made it so
In comes her sister
Without any clue
She headed towards me
Thinking of my food
She saw the meal
And turned away
The peas made it so
I smiled to myself
Happy my plan had worked
I didn’t want to share
My very little lunch
And so I ate in peace
And left out all the peas.
