Broke Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I broke my name up into pieces.
and sprinkled it in a pot of broth.
sizzling hot.
in means of communion,
hoping to find a voice.
although far from herbs and spice.
I hope the flavor isn't too much.
when you taste it, I hope it
to be a kiss on the lips.
heated and bubbled up,
running over the rim of the pot.
a nose in search of something good.
an urge that comes from the stomach
that points your feet in the same direction.
I'll listen close in the hopes that it feeds,
where you hunger.
I'll listen close to where you learn it's melody,
in the hopes
you call my name.