even in our new kitchen
my love, you do recall
how to tend the flames and glow coal
break bread and smother jam
and cook spiced wine,
splitting figs down the rind
for sunday lunch, medium-rare
carnivorous beast
feed me and pour demi-glace
cut thick and heavy
speared on fork, beckoning
invitation by aeroplane
darling, I am your sweet glutton
sneaking treats off the counter
snatching breaths between mouthfuls
observe in delight
how I make it disappear
there must be no wastage
so keep it coming now, I can take it
no fear of air or water
what a game to cheat satiety
with kept room for neither
my heady deconstruction
is your omakase
so be parsimonious, til I tongue the knife
and scrape the plate, sans critique
and for dessert, cafe noir perhaps
or else prise apart a pomegranate
if it must be sweet like
honey, if you dare to lick the juice
in front of my eyes
I too will have the audacity
to rave about its flavour