My Secret
Soon as I realized I had married this dude for life
I tried some tricks and formulae to be a happy wife
Every man has a weakness and thankfully his was food
With delectable bites on his tongue, he could be subdued
Understood that the key to his love lay in the pit of his stomach
Started trying recipes from his mom’s cookbook, hoping for some luck
A naive cook that I was, many a times, I burnt my hands
But knew with a little effort, at a vantage point I’ll stand
Now, as the aroma of his family’s food in my kitchen lingers
I have him wrapped around my skinny little fingers
As the morsels of his favorite food slowly traipse his esophagus
He looks at me dazed, as if he’s lost all his consciousness
The pulverized bits and sips in the intestine sing him a sweet lullaby
And he says yes to about anything I wish under the blue sky
But these poems of mine I should keep in check
If he finds out, he’ll surely wring my slender neck
Written on 09/10/2016
Contest:'A body of work' by Viv Wigley
Body part names used:
Stomach
Fingers
Esophagus
Neck
Hand
Tongue
intestine
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