You fed me fish & a poem for breakfast

You fed me fish

You fed me such that no fish bones

slick my tongue

You fed me cornflake pistachios and kishmish swimming in lukewarm milk

Perfectly warm

such that no heat

burns my lips

You fed me imlee off of your veril And

I made the face of a six year old To

watch you laugh

You fed me the taste of a curry

off of your palm

to see if I want it saltier

like the sea ~ that you are

You fed me a poem for breakfast One

too many

And my belly was full of love

And sweet lovewords

You wrote

Perhaps when I went into a deep sleep

Under a blanket

That you put on me