My Souffle

MY SOUFFLE

By JCSTREET © 2004

I don’t want to
collapse my souffle, my
pregnant and delicious
souffle
rising in the pre-dawn
lovely in its yearning, it
needs to be eaten lovingly

in the pre-dawn
pregnant
fulsome and warm there
is a sweet, clear glisten to it which
demands toothsome attention, it
requires the embrace of wet lips, it
needs a slippery tongue wrapped around
it’s earthy sweetness, it

requires and requests
attention of the most intimate
delectation, it

needs love my souffle, it
needs the wraparound feeling of wet
mouth, wet
and hungry mouth, the tongue
glistening as it devours

savors and delights this swelling mouthful and
so French in its exquisite swelling, I
swoon in the embrace of the moistness
that tongue and lips attend
to my creation, my

sweet-swelling souffle

in the morning

-30- June 13, 2004, Kingston, Ontario