Couscous by KarenJ
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The sun was warm that afternoon, and bright,
Illuminating pots and pans and knives,
Roasted garlic, a batch of fresh-made dough -
And something else, a dish I didn't know.
What's this? I asked you, pointing to a plate.
Couscous, you said. Would you like a taste?
Of course I would, I said. We both ignored
My husband hovering at the kitchen door.
My chin between your fingers loosely gripped,
You gently pushed the spoon between my lips.
Your innuendo wasn't lost on me;
A hint of hidden sexuality.
You must have known what we'd be doing soon
That day you fed me couscous from the spoon.
Comments (4)
meico
This is utterly charming - such a gentle and subtle seduction and so beautifully written. The rhythm - with its light touch - is just right. Excellent.
Valerie-Ducom
oh yes, excellent word for a very good food ;) good day ;)
Naichan
This is a little gem of a poem. You draw us into the scene and give us just enough to tease the imagination. Thanks for posting this. I can see I'll have to pay more attention to the writers section....
Soulpainter
amazing poetry.. very seductive