I take back what you have stolen and in your languages I announce I am now nameless.
My true name is a growl.
Margaret Atwood

2 April 2018

just desserts dress me out

A lobster bisque ought to be the crowning glory of the potager. And this one was excellent. Silky as a gigolo's compliment and fishy as a chancellor's promise.
A. A. Gill
“Table Talk: Sweet And Sour, Salt and Bitter”


© Manicddaily, Karin Gustafson


just desserts dress me out
spilt milk, splitting into halves, just for a second take
taste, a wide berth from one,
right, desperate to be two for two
maybe even none
no one, just for a birthing second
where does time go - seriously?
I'd like to know
because it trips me into tomorrow, while I'm still licking yesterday
past the right now
which is anything but sweet -
don't double dip me in chocolate sauce
when real vanilla bean is all
I need to consider the crunch of this crone cone
like the purple tipped areola of a nipple
ah, those swaying hips as you saunter shashay
away from my camera eyes
I'm so much slimmer in my mind
so I'm gonna have to skip on seconds
dish up thirds for the famine\feast of my self-desertion
leaving me hungry for the belly of my twenty something crowing one
but only for a second or two



17 comments:

  1. "just for a birthing second ..." That's potent!

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  2. I love time tripping you into tomorrow while you're still licking yesterday. Me, too. Am also much slimmer in my mind. I keep my mirrors head-high, lol. LOVE the famine/feast of self-desertion. Wow! This poem is a full meal deal.

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    1. thanks Sherry! full to bursting, but sometimes mean and lean too : it's all here/there

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  3. Yes, life goes by so quickly, but so worth it. I enjoyed your words,, :-)

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  4. I love the feast of famine aspect of tbis.

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  5. Such excellent word play, each line skips along to the next with the ease of a children's game, which belies the careful thought process behind such a piece.

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    1. thanks Kerry - I think I just lucked out with the moment and let it carry me

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  6. Ah. Super clever. Great wordplay and sound, thanks! K.

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    1. Yes, I suspect there are many who feel the same way Rosemary - the eventual coming to oneself takes time in this crazy world, but when you arrive, it's a wonderfully liberating feeling.

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  8. Yeah, I'm thinner and younger and hawter in my mind, too! (Then again, gf's always tell me they love me for my mind, sooo....) Still, it was the spilled milk halving that loved the most. A cliche gone biblical.

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    1. thanks! it started from there, spilled milk and just kept pouring - but no tears here! and hey, it's a total package deal - let them love all of you for your inherent beauty

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  9. "like the purple tipped areola of a nipple
    ah, those swaying hips as you saunter shashay
    away from my camera eyes"

    Delicious.

    ~Shawna

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  10. I just love how the sensuality of the taste buds and of the flesh dance together so naturally. They way one slips into the other... Very tasty.

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  11. Love it... nothing's better than a taste like that. Why stop at seconds when there are thirds and fourths... love the wordplay and the taste of your words.

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  12. Who knows where the time goes...or the waistline...or age for that matter...stay in the present and tuck into dessert.We are gonna die with or without ;)

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thanks for sharing your thoughts, I greatly appreciate it.