Crunchy salty goodness played footsies with his tongue
Relishing in the dulcet bass tones with each bite
It made getting his fingers greasy so worth it
Still he wiped his hands on his pants before grabbing his Coke
Putting slick hands on a wet can could mean instead of drinking it he would be wearing it
Seasoning was the key to all great cooking
And he wanted to be known as a Master Chef
Leaving the galley kitchen, he went on deck and breathed in the sea air
That’s when one of the junior officers made a snide remark about breakfast
Yelling obscenities back was probably not a good idea, he realized, as he washed all the dishes
Swearing up a blue streak was her pressure relief mechanism
And she needed all the relief she could get tonight
Little did she know her ex was going to be there with his super-model girlfriend
That’s when she knew she had to do something to assert dominance
Yet loosening the tops to the seasoning shakers were probably not the route to go
Cuisine so fine that that it demanded to be taken out for a dinner date
He showered her with flavors that were tart, sweet, salty, and spicy
Everything balanced to a perfection, a true masterpiece of culinary art
Food may be temporally empheneral, but the memories of that meal will be eternal
Bouncing upon the playful waves
Oscar enjoyed his salty amusement park ride
But the sunburn later was not as enjoyable
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Spewing swearwords at his partner
A lively discussion deteriorated into a verbal brawl
Leaving their relationship listless on the brackish waters of their tears
To think how fast something so spicy had lost all flavor
Yet it now left a sour taste in his mouth
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Wet drops of salty water raced down her weathered face
Ending in a pitter pater at her feet
Every drop carried a little bit of her anguish
Purging her soul of its pain
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The ramen slowly softened in the bubbling water while Mandy watched. She knew she should eat, but she wasn’t hungry.
“Hey Mandy, watcha doing?”
Mandy smiled a sad smile and shook her head. “Making some food.”
Kristofer came over and joined her staring at the dancing noodles. “Can I have some?”
“You can have all of it. I was just thinking I didn’t want it anymore.”
Kristofer looked at her face, but Mandy kept her vision focused on the noodles. “Really, you can take it.” She ripped open the flavor packet and dropped its contents into the pot, staining the water a turmeric yellow. The promise of salty goodness bloomed in the air, and Mandy gave herself a little hug.
Kristofer grabbed a bowl and came back to the pot. “Do you think it’s done?”
Mandy stirred the soup, watching how the noodles tried to entangle themselves around the spoon, but Mandy was too fast for them. She was able to navigate those waters without any attachment. “Yep. It’s done.” She picked the pot up by its handle and expertly poured the steaming liquid into the proffered bowl. “Enjoy.”
Kristofer took the bowl and was soon slurping the contents. “Are you sure you don’t want some?” he asked while chewing.
Mandy finally looked him in the eyes, allowing her to ignore his mouth and her stomach. “Nope. I’ll be fine. It’s all good.”
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Softly the salty water plopped on the stone dry earth
While her pulse pounded in her own ears
Each step quickly followed by another
As she ran from the person she once was
Towards the person she wanted to be
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