Extracting a smile from its persnickety proclivity,
this soul yearns for fodder lifting its palate from vapid absurdity.
Nourishment to satisfy the fervor captious,
leaving behind provender, hoary and vacuous.
The gauntlet thrown down, this creature commands
viand to ease its ravenousness grandstand.
Delighting desire with snacks so ambrosia,
luscious nibbles and morsels amidst redolent aroma.
What fuels this heady barbarian lust?
Fills this edacious shaft? Oh, that it must.
Minister the savage ache submerged deep inside?
Terminating want with sumptuous satiating stride?
They feed me.
December 26 – Soul Food. What did you eat this year that you will never forget? What went into your mouth & touched your soul? (Author: Elise Marie Collins)