Cravings

I am possessed by a savoury craving

dominating my every thought, telling

me to have something salty, or,

is it spicy – no it’s salty.

My concentration has gone from this conversation

as she talks comfortably about the day.

My eyes must look like they are walking into

the back of my head searching the pantry

for liberation from this yearning,

but when did I last look in the pantry

and are my eyes vacant?

Yesterday was my last foray for food

and since then more has been added.

Marvellous treats must await me in…......

her narrative has stopped,

her look tells me to be aware,

as I panic for a reply.

“Eureka!” is my response as I dive into our

larder to forage for an Oxo cube.

Boiling water in my favourite mug,

a cube now dissolving, I sit down in contentment

puzzled at her furrowed brow.

Shine

Night sky and stars, dogs at my feet

They look to me, I look for something else

Wishes, dreams, desires, all shine in the dark

The strongest shine in the light of day

A Boy With A Dozen Red Roses

Their scent filled my breath with wonder,

the day I held a dozen red roses in my hands.

My eyes closed, lips smiled as I held them high to my face.

Nothing has ever been more fragrant, since I breathed in their beauty.

A boy with a dozen red roses in his hands.

I have seen beauty to make a man stop

and ponder the artful ways of nature.

Watched whales breach, the mother play with her cub

and listened to their song.

Smelled the alluring curve of a woman's slender neck

and felt aroused by the taste of her.

But nothing has seemed so wonderful as that day

I held a dozen red roses in my hands.

Their bloom is so full and wholesome, their petals delicate yet strong.

like a full bodied Spanish dancer, her skirts flowing in layers,

her beauty beguiling all who watch her body move.

But to a boy, the rose is a mother's beauty,

a fragrance that is comfort and joy.

It is nature's bounty, and abundance

that only seems natural to one so young.

That boy with a dozen red roses.