Be My Favorite Food

Be My Favorite Food

Be My Favorite Food

I want to believe you’re becoming my favorite food
Not to disrespect, but to name this craving
Only through taste can I fully grasp how you move me
You shift like a dish that transforms with each spice
Your flavor is unplanned, changing with heat.

You are my favorite food.
One taste of you, and I’m home
Not just in Mama’s kitchen, but someplace sweeter
Where my tongue recalls every good thing it’s known
Yet still stumbles, stunned by your difference.

My body trembles at your flavor,
Rising like bread swollen with yeast
I know you’ll be worth the wait; for the best meals simmer slow
I’ll linger till your aroma commands me
Then devour you like a scavenger starved for days.

You must be my favorite food.
I don’t just want to taste you
I need to keep you near, to watch you simmer
Knowing you’re mine, that I can savor you
whenever hunger strikes.
This dream, this feast; I’ll chase it raw.

Kaytings