Berkshires
use my finger towels ―
ruthless and without tact,
wake
me restless,
hot
and hungry,
Mozart's
Serenade No. 10
like
a meadow in my hair.
I
pull damp strands from my neck,
grab
the sill in my descent,
each
dark stair a trowel,
unearthed
in my hand.
I
crave often and sticky
your
peanut butter,
stand
in the kitchen at 3:00 a.m.,
lick
it clean from my thumb.
tk, October 2012
image: Midnight Snack, 1984 by Curtis Wilson Cost
The greatest of pleasures; a hunger satisfied. Particularly in the middle of the night or a dream.
ReplyDeleteNever was peanut butter so honored.
ReplyDeleteThank you D...
DeleteYour peanut butter cravinga and Margaret Atwoods peas with cream! ;-)
ReplyDeleteHehe... Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThe words aren't flowing too freely, but I'm hoping to get something written!
oh wow! love this...esp, like a meadow in my hair...
ReplyDeletemeadow in your hair and mozart.how fab!!
ReplyDeleteDelicious... I love peanut butter on toast, sadly it doesn't look good on my hips though.
ReplyDeleteLoved this:
hot and hungry,
Mozart's Serenade No. 10
like a meadow in my hair.
Craving for peanut butter at 3 am ~ Delicious post ~
ReplyDeletegreat midnight voyage! Yum.
ReplyDeleteYou're giving me the giggles, girl. :)
ReplyDelete"I crave often and sticky
your peanut butter,
stand in the kitchen at 3:00 a.m.,
lick it clean from my thumb."
Love this too: "ruthless and without tact"
You get it, don't you Flip?
DeleteYum!
ReplyDeleteFun with peanut nutter ... delicious :-)
ReplyDeleteLove this:
ReplyDeleteMozart's Serenade No. 10
like a meadow in my hair.
and the peanut butter of course.
a curious poem demanding a number of rereadings from this reader. lovely painting
ReplyDeleteBest time for peanut butter, this poem is finger lickin' good!
ReplyDeleteLove a mid-night-snack ! thanks.
ReplyDeleteOh my! This is so wonderful ... it had the opposite effect on me.
ReplyDeleteThis relates to Lady M, more than myself. Maybe it's a female thing!
ReplyDeleteA great scene in your words.
ReplyDeleteIt seems you were in the grip of a fevered sleepless night Tess (your recent cold perhaps?). Only peanut butter could cure it. I hate to be the ignoramus amongst this clever band of Magpies, but I would rather own up to not understanding. I don't know what the Berkshires are - should I? (It's a pain having to explain I know!)
ReplyDeleteBerkshires are a breed of pig...it was a weird dream I had...they were using my finger towels!
DeleteAll quite normal then!
DeleteMetaphorically speaking...yes...
DeleteI'm listening to Diana Krall whilst reading this. Excellent match.
ReplyDeleteThanks to Little Nell for asking my question first. I thought they were a mountain range, and I was sitting here trying to figure out what mountains could possibly have to do with a finger towel, and how that translated into peanut butter.
ReplyDeleteOdd fact: I must have some sort of esophagus issue, because peanut butter gives me heartburn. Thus, sadly, I can never eat it late at night because the lying back down is too painful. I can only eat peanut butter in small doses, in the middle of the day, followed by copious amounts of ice cold milk.
Happily, licking fingers at 3AM is perfectly fine. Preferably not my own.
8-)
Try Omeprazole...I take one every day and am a new woman...
DeleteI would, but my husband refuses to sleep with anyone but me.
DeletePeanut butter as metaphor ~~~ how delightful.
ReplyDeleteYou know my stuff is full of metaphoric meaning...
Deletewonderful... peanut butter striped my favorite side to side with a cheesewiz... hehehe...
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
Woww!
ReplyDeleteSleepy, senuous and serene. Love your metaphors! =D
ReplyDeleteBeen there!!
ReplyDeleteResonant images of late night satisfaction so all consuming
ReplyDeleteAt first I'm thinking, peanut butter straight from the jar, nothing so good. But I'm rereading the poem, and finding so much more!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the walk through this meadow in your hair, Tess !
ReplyDeleteYou peanut butter....me chocolate cake....its all good at 3 am! Love this Tess! :-)
ReplyDeletePeanut butter directly from the jar and eaten with a spoon! Yes, a great snack anytime day or night. Great poem!
ReplyDeletePigs using towels would wake me too but never to peanut butter - can't bear it:-)
ReplyDeletePeanut butter cravings satisfied at that late hour. What other choice at midnight than in the shadows of faint lights far from civilization! Nicely Tess!
ReplyDeleteHank
I was thinking of the mountain range and couldn't make sense of the first lines. Thanks, Nell, for asking.
ReplyDeletePeanut butter is always a good cure.
(with honey)
;)
Every line of this is just perfect! I love the meadow in your hair and "I crave often and sticky." What a yummy poem!
ReplyDeleteA singing meadow...a glorious piece!
ReplyDeleteMozart Serenade No. 10
ReplyDeletelike a meadow in my hair
-made me smile and transported me to my own meadow of a dreamland. :)