FEAST OR FAMINE (Take II)

My body needs to be touched
My heart: to bathe in your sun
My soul needs quenching...
My spirit; to sojourn the vastness of you

Thus,

This is me laying naked before you
On a platter of endless hopes
Prepared surprisingly rare
Tender, wounded, open
Filled with all of the savory goodness
Depth and intensity
Compassion and divinity
Nourishment and satiation;
All the richness that life could infuse
Complex flavors of light and dark
Sour and sweet
Appetizing...
Challenging...
Filling...
And so willing to be consumed

So...
Have me
Touch me
Taste me
Hold me
Need me
Want me

SEE ME

Love me...

I wish to be the feast for your soul.


- Copyright © AnOmali 101 -



I know that this is NOT a poem about food (it was certainly NOT inspired by food - holla if you hear me!)...but it is no wonder about the edible theme...

I am doing the "Master Cleanse" and am on day FOUR (4) without food (on Easter weekend - I must have been CRAZY!!!)...with ten more to go - maybe more if I don't feel healthy enough afterwards... I am trying to naturally rid myself of ALL toxins from processed food and medicine (i.e. legal drugs) and the polluted air, any virus or sickness causing agents or pollutants in my body because of the aforementioned, and attempting to naturally treat, or maybe even cure my chronic asthma so I'll be prepared for a grueling tour schedule. AND, it wouldn't hurt to make myself even more svelte and fierce for bikini season when I go away with that special someone (although don't nobody want a bone but a dog, so motha is KEEPING her luscious thickness, thank you very much...;)


~A