The Chef
I peel you slowly.
Inch by inch.
Hands stutter, then
Nimbly uncinch.
First bite of flesh tight
And unyielding.
Slowly tenderize.
The salts are for curing.
You simmer slow.
Acid tang briefly
Taints the tongue –
Aromatic, you are like
Jasmine rice.
Just inhaling your slow roast
Salivates.
Slowly knead and
Rise.
Behold my baking –
Mine for the taking.
Throat wants to sing –
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………………………………………….
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