I’m playing with darkness
life on a spit over open fire
trying new recipes
paradoxes as ingredients
ingredients misunderstood
judged, even feared
if I serve you this dish
I’m afraid you’d think it’s poison…
♣️
so I eat by myself
I rejoice in the flavours
seven candles on the table
I miss you
you
as integration hits your tastebuds
as paradoxes merge
in your mouth before you swallow
you
nourished by darkness on golden plates
seven candles on the table
the eighth in your hand
♣️
I’m The Lady of Shadows and Light
of hidden, of accepted
of the day and of the night
a chef of integration
yet
days I cook with all I have
times I’m true to all there is
my supper
is taken
in solitude…
