Friday, April 17, 2009

VEGETARIAN


I proceeded towards the sink
When she asked me if
I didn’t care for anymore

I looked at her and she was
Glowing more than ever

I told her that it would be fine
As long as there was enough
For everybody

She smiled and said there
Was more than enough

She looked
Pretty & happy
And the kitchen comes alive
When she’s near the stove

If she was single
I would probably asked her out
Her husband must be
The luckiest man alive

I sat on the chair
Placed the plate on the table
Contemplated the food
Before me
Baptized with red salsa
And it looked
More beautiful
Than ever

2 comments:

Blog Author said...

The path of narrative is well versed in this one indeed.
Salutations, oh brother.

Martínez said...

Thanks... this is the love of food at a distance ...