Thursday, April 10, 2008

I have been trying all day
to bake into the kitchen 
your taste
but the aroma of your touch
keeps calling me
to bed.

 

9 comments:

Noah The Great said...

OOOOHHHH!!!

janetleigh said...

Isolating the first line from the rest of the poem works really well here like you're sighing before going on.. All in all it's a romantic ooo-la-la kind of moment to me and very well done, Brian:)

On another note, I'm wondering if you can do anything to enlarge your comment box, Brian. It's so hard for me to leave a comment for you because I can't see what I'm writing all across the comment box. I think it's something you have to do in your "Settings" section because it's not on my end of things. On other blogs I can take my cursor and grab the border of the comment box and pull it out to full size. This isn't the case with your Comment box. I'm sure I leave a bunch of typos here because I can't read everything I type.

Your comment box ends at the first letter of your blue "Preview" bar. Does this help describe the problem to you? Maybe I'm not the only one who has this problem...? I'd appreciate it if you could correct this! TIA, Brian..:)

ozymandiaz said...

...where the REAL cooking happens...

Fireblossom said...

LOL @ Ozymandias. Behold his comments, ye mighty, and snicker.

This poem is cute. We're like that, you know. Keep ya from yer chores. You can live on luvvvv

Crafty Green Poet said...

nice one...

S. Thomas Summers said...

a sensual shorty.

Jade said...

sweet this.

Larry Lawrence said...

Best one on the page! I like the mixing of the senses and food should always be mentioned, if not sex(in a subtle way). And you got them both. I'm reading more.

LL

http://crownedwithlaurels.blogspot.com/

You're invited.

colleen said...

Mmmmmmm