“Kitchen Bewitched” a delectable poem*
Come,
let me nourish you
let I drink from you- Ambrosia milky nectar
you nourish me too
like mama’s beans on a cloudy day cooking away
your smell intoxicates me it takes me
there hovering somewhere Between salty and savory
and tangy and sweet
no matter how many licks
I’ll never reach the Center of what makes you you
but I’d like to.
Wide and warm and pink
you remind me of watermelon
gushing sweet the moment I set my mouth
on you pink on pink
warm on warm wet on wet
culinarily? Dialectically? how you’ve handled me
can never be fathomed again
so I’ll spin and I’ll grin and I’ll call it a win
if I’ve tortured the tip of my tongue til its numb
at the sport of getting to know your flavor
[inhale] you transport me to powdered sugar bliss
Delicatessen quality pastry with the sugar smell that gets in
and on your nose. You--the
drool
honest to goodness drool pools in my cheeks just from this speech, a promise,
a wish,
a lubricating, necessitating, finger licking confirmation
The stuff of divine inspiration --
You, a perfect plump peach pastry on a plate
your subtle notes of crimson, saffron wasted on the eyes of men
pluck them out! Begin again
the version of the world, my friend, where you recline
a queen again, abed the vine-dripped grapes and wine
brought to you from the fields.
I swear you’re too good for this planet
Too in tune, too divine
To see yourself in time when time
is but a dream
And you, an ocean dweller queen,
Confined to where the air is sweet
Trying to find the real in dreams
Yawning oyster, full of pearls,
Spit them out! Slurp them free
Let them nourish you
Let me
Come
“Ambrosia” embroidered by @sadiesstitches photo by @sadiesstitches
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some thoughts from the poet:
more like a *poernm amirite 🤭
Consider this poem my contribution to women’s history month. Recently I stumbled upon a parenting book club at my local library. They were discussing some book about the economics of being a woman/mother and while I can’t remember the name of the book or the author, I do remember that there was one part where the author basically jokes that the solution to the reader’s problems is “divorce your husband and become a lesbian.” This idea was presented tongue-in-cheek in the book and in the group, but I chose to remind the people there that the author’s encouragement to embrace a queer lens calls us to decenter men in our own making. And that’s my reminder to you here, too, beloved. Even to any men who may read this. Decenter the approval of and gaze of men and recenter yourself as an autonomous member of humanity. You’re allowed to center your own pleasure and uplift your own being.



🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 amen to this ambrosia poeerrm. & this posting with this image is like cherry on top
So good Schereéya! You had me cheering at your notes on your poernm:)