Beef Noodles Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I took my fork & whirled it around in your hair
lost in both how good you smell and taste.
You promised me that you'd fill me with something good
something that will warm my soul
but you've underestimated my hunger.
Sprinkled with a side of hope, a desire that soaks & pads
my mouth.
You've fed me from the bowl of your lips & stirred around
my insides.
It's only fitting that I'd want another sip, another bowl,
another piece of you.
Your name, your desire, your happiness
Nice size noodles whirled around the fork &
placed in my mouth.
You're precious to me from your fingers to your toes
I've never eaten anything this perfectly seasoned.
I never thought that I'd taste anything this magnificent.
I relive the moment even while it's in front of me like
I've just sat down.
I've tasted the inside of your hands & relived their pain
My hands too tremble from knowing.
You promised me that you'd fill me with something good
& on that you didn't lie.
That is why I chose to swallow the noodles whole
so you'd be with me always.
You've underestimated my hunger as there
is still more of you left.
When I tilt your head toward mine I will drink every bit
of broth left behind & lick the bowl until it's clean