lentils

same old
residential
walls - and heat,
it’s late.
 
I’ve done well today;
the run still flushes my face -  
I’m waiting on laundry  
and to sink  
into my favorite video game -
 
I’m working on something to eat.  
a little pot of lentils,  
with basil and a bay leaf.
 
got em over that heat,
just gentle enough to rouse them.
 I’m staring them down
while they tremble

and I can’t help but dream
of some strong eyes on me,
watching me like I’m watching the lentils...
 
hungry and keen,
somewhere between
patient, blissful and mean
while I simmer...
 
there looking down
while I stew and I drown
and become someone’s quiet, hot dinner.