The Kitchens Sweet Aroma
Scent nurtured into colours and charm from the prepared dish
spices and vegetables on eatables garnished with fish.
Air so sweetly processed causing hand stretching from nearby trees
under the ceiling of the nostrils, senses scatter under this tease.
Visitors walking by, longing to stick to its door’s edge
beating the drums of instincts, the lords of hunger violently emerge.
From the instructors of smell to the salivary shooters, short is the cable
the icing of such anticipation, the mouth and teeth will enable.
Beautiful wonder from the emission of gases inhaled without strain
traveling into nearby consciousnesses, using a smooth train.
Ingredients of an expensive sight but their mixture is the main
gentle rising steam void of smell puts all effort in vain.
Enticing transmitters from gases to bring about the brain’s involvement
the wetness of feeding passageway, it’s about to implement.
Food in its final stages of processing, getting ready the crown
red and yellow stimulate appetite, awaiting satisfaction in brown.
Sensation spreading from the nose to make the stomach blush
as interior bowels wait and anticipate in a rush.
Causing the sanitation and readiness of a prospective inner floor
when this food is beyond the reach of hope, expect an intrinsic war.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
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