hot
It’s sticky and sweet.
And makes me sweat open-mouthed.
Hot teriyaki.
Fresh from the kitchen, the plate is piled with steaming rice
and pepper flake covered chicken.
I can hardly wait to taste it, my mouth begins to water.
We exchange glances as if to ask if we both feel it the same way.
Panting and chewing, we move the hot morsels over our tongues.
and send them down to warm our stomachs.
A long sip of beer puts out the flames.
We smile and repeat.
Missed Connections are filled with good, bad and mouth-watering-haiku. Did you write one? Did you find one? Before you douse that “hotty-mouth,” email the link to Lovelorn Poets. We’ll preserve those spicily-steaming-syllables for all eternity.
