thinking of shells
unshelled
naked aquatic roaches
they call prawns
the same family as bug spray worthy crawlies
and now in my belly
with garlic sauteed
served on avocado
on the side
linguini
with my tomato sauce
blended smooth
with traces of lamb sausage
passage to the ends of taste
no waste
of emotions
as i dig up memories
of how you'd smile with each mouthful
each deep bite
each slippery swallow
each smacking lip flick sound and succor
and the bread
to soak up all the current now
the sauce, the smallest morsel of taste and smell...
goes down well
with you...
About Me
- sharron and jaeson
- we clang about the pots. They echo like a thought. I kiss her like a paint smear. And all my loving is artful. Then I taste the flourescence like an autumn inhale. It all feels like spring and winter all regrowing and disintegrating at the same time. Cold. Wet. Conflicted. Sublime. I write all this. Making up for lost time. All words and pictures on this blog is original content. Jaeson Iskandar Copyright. Sharron Martin Copyright. Alive Right Now !!! (P.s. poems or words by other people will be acknowledged.)
