Low temperature cooking

Jun 10, 2011 17:56

Low and slow
Marinated piece by piece
In my blood
Tenderly
The prime cut that is you
I cook myself a meal
It cools
It simmers
It boils
It rages
Come
I'm hungry tonight
And
The crystal that I crush
Underneath my heels
Is to celebrate you
As you've never been eaten before.

-(c) Shalu

him, poem

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birdonthewire June 14 2011, 11:49:50 UTC
Ooh! Brilliant, waise! :-)

How have you been? Lovely to see you on these pages again after a very long time!

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shaluvk July 15 2011, 14:00:37 UTC
Arun, many thanks for your message and my apologies for this belated response. Yes, it's been a long time since I was away from LJ and I missed it really bad. I trust you've been doing good too. Ciao :-)

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