Food from a God by Tina Kyle
“Try this love.
Made it just for you; get stuck in!
Go on.”
I thought, fool.
Still I viewed the grubby glass of liquid gold,
And dipped my little finger in.
The sludge dripped
A warning to my brain.
Gingerly I stirred; aroma
Took me back, breathless and desirable
So many years ago to that moment
I first tried it and gasped with pleasure.
No time to lose, I cupped the oversweet memory
In both hands
And gulped back.
Afterwards I felt so grateful It was pathetic.
I couldn’t look him in the eye and just say thank you.
Too good for that.
And from such a person!
I lied there and then
As he stroked me with his inquisitive eyes.
“Not bad.”
