I am an old fashioned type
who likes a meal to pass slowly,
not a modern hygienic or ancient ascetic
who likes a soiled plate whisked away.
Fast is best when buying tickets to the movies,
but not when eating the Goddess’ own body
or blood from her wildly radiant vine—
I’m no puritan at mealtime.
I like my disheveled plate with a well-licked fork
sprawling satisfied across it, a pause
between each dish for emptying my mind
and manifesting a new one.
Conversation too I enjoy, voices harmonically arranged.
And food, the kind that tastes good.
I love my senses sublime, and a good cook
is one of the million gods I worship.
No, I am not one of the obsessively obese
driven by deadly numbing lust
to devour every perfection.
I am an old fashioned type—
one of the immortals like you.
Service, for me, is a sacred word.
Every room is a temple, every table an altar.
And the food here I find simply divine.
**MHG Editor Note: Listen to Janine read her poetry on Goddess Alive Radio – now THAT is Divine! km