My spoon is rather…
Gorgeous.
How can I
Convey
The pleasure it brings
To the touch –
Supremely
Smooth,
I cannot resist
Running
That silken curve
Down my jawline –
Itself, admittedly,
Not as smooth
Nor as firm
As once it was
But still able
To luxuriate
In the
Feel
Of this miraculous piece
Of Spoon-Smith’s
Craftsmanship;
Hard to resist
Once the initial
Contact
Has been made.
Then back to
My thumb
Caressing
The barely
Hollowed wood…
Hallowed wood
A feast for
All the senses;
My eyes follow
The richly diverse
Tones of the grain
Which seems to
Emulate
The silken tresses
Of an expensively
High-lighted head;
I close my eyes
And inhale
The distinctively
Subtle scent
Of the
Tung Oil-moisturised
Skin –
Ah… stirred by a
Wooden spoon!