Soul Food

Is my soul a milkshake

so tasty and satisfying

that you greedily slurp

till i’m gone ?

Do you need to feed

on my heart like a steak

rare with juices of creative

inspirations ?

Why must my brain

be your fine delicacy

for late night snack

or fancy ?

Does my sweat taste of wine

poured into crystalline glass

quenching thirst for my labor

and accomplishment ?

Are you full ?

I am now dry.

Not a bite for consumption.

If you starve,

not a thing I can do.