On tomatoes and loneliness

Stephan Anstey is a poet extraordinaire who I’ve been lucky to know for a good 10 years. He wrote 302 poems for April, posted to Facebook. This one of his sparked a poem in me as well.

I watched my knife
cutting cleanly through
the beefstake tomato
about the size of my heart

thinly sliced,
making certain
there’s enough for two

like making our bed,
I layer crisp bacon
lettuce, mayonnaise, toast

and I wrap yours
carefully in press and seal
to throw away later
when you didn’t come home

anticipation of dinner

You feed me slices
of melon and proscuitto,
brushing fingertips

incidentally
over open, awaiting
burgundy stained lips:

a bit of goat cheese,
sip of chardonnay, morsel
of artichoke heart.

Transfixed, I watch as
the silver fork slips into
your receptive mouth-

antipasto seduction,
eyes feasting on you.

Attempting haiku sonnets – a form brought to my attention by Johnny Crabcakes on this post  and  started by David Marshall.