Just a sliver , just a taste
shall I cut from thee
an appetiser , before the mains

Yes my dear , come over , near
don't let us a minute waste
for I deign to feed , richly deep
upon thy grace of weeping willows

You are the deed , I am the danger
or so it may seem

They named me , as a dismal street
sorely in need of repairs
then left a road
pock marked and potholed
but you , you'll be my steed
won't you
your beauty shall carry me
for a time

All lovely and dove white
so pure your mane
I could run my fingers through it
for a fleeting joy
we both realise must shortly end

Why do you fear , fear is grief
and as your breath's not yet in mourning
we've still a few precious moments to share

This place is my sanctuary , of safe repose
my secreted niche , my oaken hovel
which none living may know
for surely they would misunderstand
they always do
and seek to bury me wholly within it

Your tears my sweet angel
carry a naturally salty texture
one that removes the need
for overly basting

A succulent dish is delectable
only when prepared precisely

Just a hint of herbs
I have nutured them from birth
and they shall reward my efforts well
with a palate of culinary delights

Time to stike the fire
so as to have it burn , evenly well
occasionally brimstone requires agitation
to ensure it doesn't lose its infernal edge

Tell me , beauty sitting quietly hushed
watching me with an avid interest
my captive audience of one
have you ever savoured freshly broiled flesh ?
no , such a shame
but not to worry
you'll be joining me for dinner , soon enough
they say breast is the tenderest of meats
and certainly I unequivocally agree

I used to be a vegetarian
I'll have you know !
but somehow , something seemed lacking
from my carefully cultured diet
I think raw seaweed did it
that was when I found
discovered quite by chance I suppose
humankind as always
had set certain bounds
designed to dissuade one from sampling
certain , rare gourmet treats of mind
and that brings us back to now
I feel I've almost perfected my technique

I should feel proud , I know
but it's a hollow triumph inside , I find
when there's no-one here
to sample the cuisine
to appraise and rave over my creation
but that's the price
I guess one has to pay
for dabbling with such
unorthodoxly forbidden treats

Yet I'll receive no pity
for none's to know
this cooking show
I'm recording as we speak
must remain for my amusement alone

Don't worry though
I've also got a recipe for powdered bones
waste not , want not
I promise you this
my speechless dinner guest
I'll truly enjoy
your taste lingering
as you melt upon my tongue
and at last
you'll be beyond the shame
that same one
that now binds you