Saturday, March 14, 2015

Hospital Food

It takes a certain kind of woman
to make me give up a perfectly good spot out on the ledge,
but your voice was soft,
and you were wearing those cute glasses.
The rest of your clothes were all in the laundry, and so,
I folded my wings and came back to bed,
true as a swallow.

The Spanish established missions all over the west,
and brought with them rosaries and refried beans--
all the things that they loved best.
You'll say it was the native tribes
with the best recipes for every sort of hunger, 
and that the Spanish can claim only diseases and Catholicism;
still, you kiss my silver cross
where it rests between my breasts,
and you whisper that I am the nicest nun this side of St. Anyplace.

I was blue all day until you got here, honey.
I was fidgety and cross and off my feed.
But now, here you are,
your glasses on the side table.
I love it when your knees find east and west,
your fingers curl around my ears as if they were Indian jewelry,
and you say "Eat. It's good for you."
Well yes it is, sweetheart.
Yes it is.

for Karin's mini challenge at Toads.


hedgewitch said...

Lush and lyrical, and down and dirty, but always the lady here--some graceful visuals and viscerals in this, and it's pretty clear this hospital food did not come from the cafeteria, but from a different set of steam tables entirely.

TexWisGirl said...

unless it's blue bell ice cream products served in hospitals and you die of listeria poisoning! :)

Outlawyer said...

Ha--this is so clever and sexy and fun--from the giving up of the spot on the ledge, and the true swallow to the more than swallow at the end--the background of the Indian and Spanish super cleverly done--suavely pulls reader into the east and west--k. (Manicddaily)

Anonymous said...

Your first two lines are great... off the ledge... oh, my.

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Björn Rudberg said...

Oh what a delicious way to dine.. The mingling of the recipes of Spanish and the natives works so well

Magaly Guerrero said...

Playfully serious and full of flavor. I love the glimpses of wings, food, desire and fun. And I really like this line, "I love it when your knees find east and west," for it speaks of give-and-take... and of dual trust.

Other Mary said...

I cannot express how much I love this. But if I could it would read a lot like Hedgewitch's comment.

Anonymous said... transported me from cold spring wind to the heat of intimate glance, delicate touch.

Very beautiful :)

Susan said...

That healing food is not at any hospital I know! The three part story line is brilliant, as it brings East and west togetherin more ways than one. The cross is a special touch.

R.K. Garon said...

Eroctic and well written.

hyperCRYPTICal said...

Lovely stuff, deliciously erotic.
Anna :o]

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh my. Those knees going east and west!

Susie Clevenger said...

My goodness, bushingly great.

grapeling said...

I attended grammar school at one of those missions, and never did imagine anything as lush and savory as this ~

Marian said...

Ah, well that's simply delicious!

Mama Zen said...

Wow. Sexy, sweet, and all the other good stuff.

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