Here is a poem from my latest published work, The Writing Arsenal of a Common Man:
Placed before me was a box as black as night.
The contents of the box revealed itself to be a batch
of crispy chicken pieces that steamed with heavenly
fragrance. This aroma made me light-headed as
though floating in a cloud. Coating the chicken was a
sauce that gave it the appearance of crimson gold
As I sank my dripping teeth into the fried flesh,
I savored its intoxicating richness. A slight burning
sensation surged in my mouth as it processed
the chicken’s tangy spices. I can hear the chicken crunch
in my molars like dry wafers.
With my elegant meal completed, I sat in my chair
consumed by satisfaction. The interior of my
stomach churns happily like a cauldron of bliss.
My tongue cringed with the powerful aftertaste
like an angel’s kiss. I then contemplate the moment
when I received the black box.