DeLightful Bite

I was the answer
to his mid-life crisis
and he to mine. The ex’s
would find someone younger
to dish up the same old meals
on someone else’s
wedding present dinner
service while he and I
could marry our talents
in the culinary department
with the coriander and the basil
and the raspberry coulis.

No need for unkeepable promises
as we peeled back the artichokes
sucking the lemon and raw honey from
fleshy leaves with our teeth
Wrapping our tongues around the
dripping hearts, little
moans of pleasure.
We had unfettered license
to live and love and eat. Selah