Monday, June 15, 2009

Come On In My Kitchen

Come on in my kitchen

Dontcha stand outside

Come on in my kitchen

Good things inside

My joy and pride


Some dishes are meant to simmer slowly

Others must be quickly seared

As if the skillet's touch

Were almost too much

Look here...

You are so sweet

Kiss me

Kiss me

Feelin it from my eyelashes

Down to my feet.

The afternoon has gone late and hot

Go on, slip out my back door

See you at the sunrise

Baby, never mind

The sugar on the counter top

The flour on the floor.


For Bice, as always. No crappy plastic measuring cups were used in the creation of this poem.


Brosreview said...

I like the message here! Loved the second stanza! Keep writing!!!

pheromone girl said...

Thank the goddess - plastic is bad. Sweet dreams are good!

Riot Kitty said...

I love this poem and its Southern feel - and - OK don't hate me for having a dirty mind - at first glance I thought this said "Come in my Kitchen." LOL!

Anonymous said...

Riot Kitty is too funny :)

Pouty Lips said...

Riot Kitty: You are so funny! Oh, and I like the poem.

Scarlet said...

RK, you perv! I thought the same thing. lol

Scarlet said...

PS - This poem makes me wanna fan myself. ;)

Shadow said...

aaaah, instincts take me......

Daryl said...

Nothing plastic here .. its all real

Anonymous said...

I need to cook up a little something myself.

Mama Zen said...

I immediately thought of the old blues song. One of my favorites.