The Taste of Her Love
I tasted your essence
in every spoonful,
a slow simmer of care,
seasoned with your smile.
I felt it also
in the varieties of flavours
that danced on my tongue
exciting my taste buds.
you fed more than my body.
you stirred something deeper.
desires wrapped in gravy,
sweet memories
simmering beneath steamed vegetables,
a softness I could savour
in every crunchy chew
and still want more.
I thought of your hands,
moving with purpose
in the kitchen,
not just to cook,
but
to care,
to nourish,
to say “I’m here,”
without speaking.
And just like that,
my hunger stretched beyond
the bowl.
it melted into an insatiable craving
not just for the food,
but for the one
who made it taste
like love.
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