Foodies

Our tapenade is full

of oil & olives & capers

& clouds drunk on magic.

Our chowder runs thick

with cream & clams,

dreams & calm and mystery.

Your meals drizzle & dazzle

and I long to drown in

the gift that is dinner--

fevered tomatoes, 

onions loud with moon,

fennel drenched in lust
and wine that lingers lazy & wild in the mouth--

I am a mesclun muse always chanting "More!"

for I know your cooking never lies.

PROMPT: Magnetic word tiles selected on the basis of what appealed to me that day. (I have LOTS!)