tip of the tongue
sweet taste sensor
soft and naughty
giving pleasure
with a flaw
new and enlarged
body
on the menu
delicatessen
on the mind
sense of guilt
reflecting
always
too late
the moment
of delight
followed by
remorse
tip of the tongue
sweet taste sensor
soft and naughty
giving pleasure
with a flaw
new and enlarged
body
on the menu
delicatessen
on the mind
sense of guilt
reflecting
always
too late
the moment
of delight
followed by
remorse
I am fat
Because I love food
More than myself
impulse
desire
craving
something
savoury
or sweet
first
salted
nuts
still
unsatisfied
…
followed by
heaps of
other goodies
too many
to list
…
blaming
the weather
body chills
pants
too small
to wear
need to
go shopping
…
belly
overflowing
the waistline
taste buds
what a
curse!
heavy eyelids
stretching belly
empty pot and
cleanly licked plate
energy levels just enough
to watch the telly
soon to become
all that we ate
the sleepy mood
brings one in sync
with a rainy day
humidity through the roof
to celebrate now
let’s have a drink
of hot chocolate
Valentine’s proof
Poem ‘Sleepy Celebrations’ read by the author.