Oh glorious and gooey cheese
the more of thou there is, doth please
stretching higher and ever more near
until that snap, which causes fear.
Will that fear release as we embrace?
Oh, thick and sweet sauce robust
bursts of flavor upon my tongue
garlic, onion, olive oil, tomato
mix upon fresh ground oregano.
Thou slaps smeary bits upon my face.
Again fear, as a large bite I take
into the soft dough on which thee bake
the glutinous cause of bloating blight
as effluvium erupts out of sight.
I wonder if all is worth the cost.
Heat resounds around my mouth
causing the body to rend in drouth
grasping quickly for the cola near
as blisters upon the roof appear.
Ambrosial mix of flavors lost.
I temper thee – a salad shall prevent
in my belly that rock of cement
as thy flavors lovingly speak to me,
however harmful they be, upon my body.
No matter. I will try to eat thee with grace.
Dawn Marie Paul Art & Books 