Feeling Saucy

Oozing through the kitchen’s veins.
Salty, sweet. In shoogled glass
or skooshy plastic. Centrepiece
of every table. Meals rotate
like planets round your chemically
stable essence. Vying for
the nightly chance to bask amidst
your smothered kiss. From bolognaise
to fish and chips. Your touch unlocks
their finer tastes and grants all entry
to my lips. Sometimes, when I’m
feeling saucy, I’ll fill a tub
and spoon you like there’s no tomorrow.
Heaven, where tomatoes go.

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