I fell in love with food
Not a finished good; a burger or a shake, but the act of pouring myself into a pot to see what I can make
You see, not a soul on this planet does not speak food
It exists for everybody; it does not exclude
My ingredients are raw, emotion and mistakes
A dash of happy, a pinch of heartache
A green avocado; grief, a pink steak; style
An instant smile and the calories to walk a mile
What is purer than giving something to someone that gives life
Something that simultaneously spreads light
Food is an assortment of flavor and color
The ultimate lover
Its rich and crimson red, green and lush
Their seemingly endless array of colors painting your tongue like a brush
A palette of flavors drips drops of serotonin
A bite precedes happy moanin’
Seven billion tongues their own palette, each unique
Yet we all speak the same language
All needing
All wanting
Food is me
Food is you
Not a soul on this planet does not speak it
Food is true
About the Creator
Frank DeSonia
I'm a 31 year old wanderer. I've lived a pretty unorthodox life and done a little bit of everything it seems. I've loved to write since I was in elementary school and enjoy participating in challenges to home in on my craft.
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