In Regards To The Chef, The Food Here Is Awesome! Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Your eyes feed my soul
While your body is the pot
that keeps this food warm.
Chunks of your heart warmed
then cooled,
fed from the bowl of your lips.
You remind me of what's important
when I lose sight.
Often times stirring the pot
with your fingers.
Your eyes the utensil ushering
this feeling to the mouth of my soul.
This arrangement of food
drawing us near,
Reciprocated from your soul to mine.
My eyes forever grateful to feed you
in the depth that you have fed me