The Taste Of Love Poem by JJ Evendon

The Taste Of Love



A bludgeoned heart surrounded by a pool of blood
cut by a knife in the name of love
An organ whose beat once gave life the power to exist
lies like butchered meat chopped in many bits.
In the kitchen, over a hot stove, sits a large frying pan,
where it is mixed with herbs and lots of onion.
The aromatic smell of cooking permeates the air
as it quickly turns brown and medium rare.
A pinch of salt and pepper is added to enhance the taste,
before quickly being served hot on a warmed dinner plate.
French mustard is placed on one side along with some salad too,
a slice cut, is then slowly savoured and chewed.
The taste of love can be hard to define,
unless it was you that said 'simply divine'?

Saturday, January 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Valentine
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suburban Lovechild 31 January 2015

Nice write, and you're correct, the taste of love is left to each of us to savor and season as needed. Keep up expressing, Non-poet lol (guess what, you're wallowing in the poet bullpen with the rest of us lol) ...and check out my poems too, I'd appreciate it.

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