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Poetry Corner: Long, Slow Cooking - Cosmic Whispers
Smells dissolve into tastes,yet no spoon to sauce;just imagining is enough. Onion, tears of onion,burning cloves of garlic,lingerie for nude beans. Smell and taste like touchSensuous food strokesErotica of taste, like breath on skin. Orgasm of spices,so reptilian brain-like,the way smell-taste feels. We eat so fast, we forget… Stew boiling over fire,masking Girl Scout desires.Some-mores …