Tasting the sunshine.

 

Let us spend

our breakfast feasting 

upon beaches.

Fill our bellies.with the view.

Let us taste the sky,

blue tingling through our defences

our clouded senses.

Dropping our pretenses.

over the golden sand

that rises between toes.

 

Let us brunch

on the surface

of a field of roses,

Let the crunch of footsteps

Slip across palates

Cracking branches, brushing lips.

Envelope

the bushy texture.

To be delivered to our stomachs

 

Let us lunch.

Munching on a bunch

of bound together old memories.

Tasting their sunshine.

Every ray,

a different flavour combination over

which to savour, becoming entwined.

like fine needle and thread, binding,

sewing the day into our stomach lining.

 

Let us dine on libraries.

Divine delicacies of the mind.

Supplying us with crunchy words

to feed our hunger

for something more, something pure.

Plucked for free.

Surrounded by a forest of trees,

no bark but plenty of leaves.

 

At supper time

let our lips combine,

as we devour the oncoming night.

Tasting every part of the shadows,

every lust filled delight.

Midnight treats a feast,

to keep us replete

until breakfast bells chime.

Then we can repeat

this ever-cycling meal of time.

 

 

 

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Kyle