Salt
Salt of my life, you
Conceal the rancid moments
That besiege my steak.
Bacon
Sizzle my sweetness
With such tender arousal,
Dip me in thy oils.
Skillet
O skillet, you cook
My pig with such ardour. You
Serve thy purpose well.
Rockmelon
I long to grasp thee.
Your insides soft as rock, soon
Left with empty shell.
Passionfruit
My passion for you
Is like a firm passionfruit,
But riddled with seeds.
Mixing Spoon
Wooden mixing spoon,
With thee I make such sweet soup
Though time blackens thou.
Rolling Pin
My dear rolling pin,
With rhythm and strength divine
You flatten my love.
Onion
I cried all night with
Tears melting butterscotch, now
I have seen your heart.
Marmalade
With the morn I rise,
Sweet birds, melodies free, yet
Everywhere empty jars.
Rissole
Is that all she left
Me, simply one rissole on
A stove without fire?
Spice Rack
My rack confuses.
Revamp thy order. Where art
Thou oregano?
The Horned Melon
Love is such sweet pain.
On my tongue, my tastebuds weep
As you have punctured.
Soufflé
Soufflé in a dish
Rise in my fan-forced oven,
Yet only to fall.
Turkey
With my hand up your
Rectum, I rhythmically
Stuff with condiments.
Toaster Waffles
Searing in toaster
You burn to a crisp, so I
May gorge in delight.