Sailor Cook Poem by L C Vieira

This feast of choicest cheese!
Kindest wine!
Grapes so swollen in sweetest juice.
so much, I weep in wonder
at this perfection.

You smile and offer more to me:
a king's enticements,
exotic spices seep through
the heavy air,
my wild heart despairing,
intoxicated by your spell of smell
which you have brewed
just for me.

So pour! Pour then
all your careful potions
until each pore of flesh
becomes
the drop,
and all of me a river
slipping to the vastness
where you, Sailor Cook,
dine just as well.

(2003, Revised 2013)