Monday, November 9, 2009

A poem about cheese

*Inflection and rhythm may vary according to the intensity of my feelings towards cheese at time of reading*



*I have never had any professional training*






CHEESE
I think it's hormonal
But no amount of evening primrose oil
Stops these feelings I feel
For cheese
Lust, dairy. CURD
I am naked
Cheese conducts my sensuality like lightning bolts to a flagpole
A flagpole high above sea level
Like Mt. Fuji
Cheese conducts my personal Mt Fuji flagpole
I am electrified by your lactose
Alfresco
In the deli next to the sundried tomatoes
I am comatose
Naked *whispered*