Feed my eyes with your bright smile
Feed my ears with laughs
Feed my nose with pretty flowers
From sweet-scented baths
Feed my hands with warm, soft skin
Feed my mouth with a kiss
Feed my heart with compassion
Fill my soul with bliss
Feed me each and every day
Feed me to overflowing
Feed me each and every way
Feed me love worth knowing
Hungry Son-of-a-gun aren't you?
ReplyDeleteGreat poem Eric.....G
WONDERFUL!!! Feast of life, Eric. You know the things that really matter and gift-wrap them to us in words like only you can.
ReplyDeletexo
Yes, Seymore, we will feed you.
ReplyDeletebeginning to feel a little malnutritioned... :)
ReplyDeleteand hungry!
yum. i got some nourishment right here for ya.
ReplyDelete(at least this one says "nose" and not "nostrils" hee!)
fun word flow.
ReplyDeletelove the spirits.
thanks for sharing.
A++
you want to be full! I appreciate this feed :)
ReplyDeleteSome things are never enough, no matter how much you've tasted out of them, especially love, the more the better ... isn't it?
ReplyDeleteG-man said it all. smiles..
ReplyDelete:) thats cute! here's my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/04/27/cheesecake/
ReplyDeleteOoooh...so very tender and sensuous, Eric...
ReplyDeleteLove it!!
Hope are weren't getting too greedy there... ;)