862 Breakfast is the most important meal… 9-21-19

I’m offering a suggestion
to help you become a better runner
in the human race to get laid:

Create a long menu of delicious breakfasts.

– A dozen different omelettes .
(Shrimp and crap with mushrooms and Swiss
is one of my personal favorites.)
or
– Fresh spinach, sliced plum tomatoes and Brie
on a toasted corn muffin with salmon locks.
or
– Cereals
Poured from individual bags of grains, nuts, seeds…

(Sure, you can always get ready-made-mixed-in-boxes
like Cheerios or Grape-Nut-Flakes..)
but,
just imagine this image:

There you are in your kitchen,
maybe in your shorts
or your apron
and not much else…
creating different natural wonders on your counter.
Spooning rasberries and blueberries
onto a bowl of wheat flakes and almonds
Slicing strawberries,
eating a big succulent one,
slowly wiping the juice,
from your lips…
with your fingers…
just as
she,
or he,
(or they if you’re really good and lucky)

stumble from your bedroom
all bleary-eyed and musty
from that hot-lovin’-feast
the night before.

(How you got them to your bed in the first place –
doesn’t matter now.
Let it be the subject of another poem,
but…)
this poem
is about how you can keep them with you
for a lovely-loving-late-morning
dessert.

(Maybe right there in your kitchen,
on your table,
dishes and silverware
shoved aside in your passion.
Or
on the thick carpet on your living-room-floor
if you can’t make it any further towards
your bed-room door…
Or,
back on your back on your still warm,
rumpled
but well laid bed.)

You see,
breakfast keeps them where you want them to be.
For once they’re dressed and staggering up the block
to the neighborhood diner,
or,
Bo Jangles for an egg and bacon bisket,

THAT’S IT.
THAT’S THE END OF YOUR TRYST.

Because there’s always
essential stuff to do:
Football to watch.
Laundry to wash.
Grade papers if you’re a teacher.
write a sermon if you’re a preacher,
Write a poem
if you’ve been cursed by the Muse,

and the sex,
no matter how great it was
is SO OVER!!

A nice memory,
but done.

Keep ’em eating in your kitchen,
happy and well fed.
Then it’s just a simple re-seduction
to get them back in bed.

French Toast, perhaps…
Blueberry pancakes
with a toss of brown sugar…

AHHH…
Yes!
Oh!
Yes!!!!
OH YESSSSSS!!!
(I’ll have what EVER she’s having…)
That hits the spot!
Get back on it!!

The taste of Grade-A-Fancy-Vermont-Maple-Syrup,
lingering,
sweet,
and a little sticky
on your tongue.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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