The Way I love You
A scale impishly smirks up at me
With its red middle finger teetering
Between numbers I’d rather not share
As my stomach speaks in its native tongue.
Can’t it see what trouble this has caused us?
I kick the scale back under the counter.
Dieting will begin today—at lunch
It’s for the best, I sniffle, for the best
Eating a bowl filled with leafy green sheets
Feels so foreign, never satisfying enough to
Fill the black hole that rests in the pit
That devours everything in its path.
Growling, like the beast it is, for meat
For something sweet, salty and fatty
How I crave that cheesecake, so daintily
Resting on the dessert counter, calling me…
I can feel that cheesecake
Making sweet love to my muffin top
Janitors sweep up their messy union
Flushing them down the pipes that
Keep getting abused with a buttery coat
Of cinnamon sugar smeared across a
Landscape of fluffy yellow cake
Laced with a glistening pineapple and cherry
Moist it is as it dissolves on my tongue
Massaging and bathing the taste buds in
Naughty spiraling movements
Coating everything with a flavorful bliss
Oh how it slowly melts down my esophagus
Dripping into my stomach, teasing the
Prodigiously starved space with its juiciness
Making it crave for only more
Quirky is the affection
That has blossomed between us
Resisting the urge to devour more
Of the succulent delicacies
Seems like such a task now
As my mouth waters to place my lips
Tightly around the frozen tip of fro-yo
Fresh from the machine in a perfect spiral.
Underfed is that of my wild burning desire
Only being pleased by everything around it
Vultures would be satisfied off of carcasses
Before my monstrous appetite would be pleased
Whatever I do I avoid that scale
That sleeps under my sink that will
Xerox the number from before, or worse!
Have it go higher with its taunting red judger!
Yelling at me that I have failed once more!
But it will never understand the
Zesty, spicy and uncontrollable passion
I have for food.
About the Creator
L. M. Williams
I'm a self-published author that enjoys writing fantasy/supernatural/romance novels and occasionally dabble in poetry and realistic fiction. If not writing, I'm a freelance artist and a full time mom.
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