Saturday, June 7, 2014
Definition: The food of the gods, and once tasted, all other food becomes bland, bitter, and tasteless.
Sine times of old mankind has tasted food divine,
they consume great works of art with a ravenous hunger.
But departed from my severed memory and trodden mind
is the flavor that escaped my grasp.
Your tantalizing lips still tempt me
Ample enough to fill my quota
Do not mistake my words for lust
But listen with your heart, my ambrosia.
The clever methods in which you try to hide your radiance brings me to this conclusion: the illusion of your withdrawn fortification of but a labyrinth - one part beautiful, two parts elusive.
The forbidden fruit beckons me to you.
Yet, none of it is palpable, your aroma is not tangible but all I want is to be able to let your embrace provide stability in a world that is unstable.
Break the cable that holds you back because even your decadence becomes sour with distance. So the instance you uncage your heart let me know.
For you are my Ambrosia in a world full of fast food, yes, the cuisine of the gods, though you don't include me when you dine.
No matter how good it tastes, all food goes cold.
Yet you still turn others away.
Because if food was meant to be eaten then you were meant to be loved.
If you do not believe me through
my attempt at poetry and prose
Then listen to me praise you
the same that I worship Jehovah
And please believe me in
the way I love you, My Ambrosia.