Every night around twelve
A slice of cheese would sneak out of it's package
to meet with the last piece of sausage in the pack.
Although different,
They loved without bound.
Every night in the refrigerator drawer
by the produce. They kissed beside the trees of broccoli.
During the day, they'd undress each other with their eyes.
Finding the most peculiar ways to brush against each other.
Desiring more.
Their families forbid their love.
Separated by the cream cheese over next to the celery.
On nights the refrigerator light stayed off
They'd meet behind the stick of butter.
As they breathed life into one another.
Wasn't til one night they decided to run away together
leaving their families behind to start a new.
Just before they could leave.
There was a rumble at the door and the light suddenly cut on.
A hand drew back the drawer that held them both
reach in and pulling both of them out.
Splitting the sausage in two.
laying both upon two pieces of bread.
Soon to be devoured happily ever after into the stomach of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully expressed food and nutrition poem shared in wise manner here. Nicely penned definitely....10