Only day 3 and I can see this blog is going to eat into my time.

So, which poem? About eating? Has to be this one, written July 2005, in response to a challenge set by poet_perhaps on Writers Dock (www.writersdock.co.uk). 

Onion peel  
Don’t let the gold of my papery skin
Fool you into thinking I am fine
This exterior façade is wafer thin
Tanned by heady doses of sunshine.

To understand the complexity of me
Pick off this layer; discard the dross
Let it fall to the ground, fancy free
And sense underneath a liquor of loss

The next thin layer is rich in thought
One astral traveller as yet ungrounded
Won’t compromise, and can’t be bought
Tear it away, quick, or be confounded

Then the purple patch, slid in with age
Recklessness beckoning. And hindsight
Sandwiched between wisdom and rage
Unsticks closed eyes in a dimming light

Tears well. Like the reflection of sky on sea
An infinite horizon, an impossible dream
Presents itself clearly to you, but not me
Be honest, you know I am not how I seem

One more layer; the tears start to fall
Close to my heart, the energy’s strong
Sending healing juices for one ‘n’ all
Where’er I feel those spirits throng

Nearly there, just two layers more
Buttercups glow through battered years
Wade through debris scatt’ring the floor
Trying to uncover deep rooted fears

Another layer surfaces, clean and pale
Peel back to reveal more watery juice
This glow from within, so rare and so frail
Stems the tide of sorrow, lets cares loose

At last, the innermost layer’s laid bare
This delicate bud will melt at your touch
Passion and fury exposed to fresh air
Ignite and highlight what I need too much

You’ve guessed. I desire to be eaten, devoured
Enjoyed on the tongue, my taste linger long
Toss me in a stew; sprinkle love and I’m showered
In hopes – and fears - that with you, I belong 

Talking of eating. The diet seems to be working ... at last.

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