Supper at le Monde

My body breathes, a glass of wine
tasted once or twice,
and teaches spirit to define
mineral, fruit and spice.

My body rises, leavened bread
of water, salt and yeast,
and sets before the soul the spread,
the sacrificial feast.

Uneaten bread will change to mold
and wine, by chance, may spill.
No maitre d’ on call to scold,
nor waiter, for refill.

Before the closing, drink and eat,
soul, learn to breathe and rise
singing of wine, on wings of wheat,
before the body dies.

Comments

Hedgie said…
Congratulations for making Frank wilson's blog with this poem today:

http://booksinq.blogspot.com/

Excellent work.
Jee Leong said…
Thanks, hedgie. - Jee Leong
GK said…
Thanks, JL, for letting me know about me being on FW's blog too.

Btw, your poetry has really grown in depth... great job!
Jee Leong said…
Thanks, Gilbert.

Jee Leong
Anonymous said…
Dear Jee Leong Koh,
I've read all of your poems, and I love how intimate and romantic they are-you in addition add a perfect blend of naughty and nice...If you know what I mean. So, would you like to compose a queer poem together? I am also quite gay, and I believe we could create a fantastic prose that could show the world the power of homosexuals. What do you think?

-Fernando Dregenzelo
Jee Leong said…
Dear Fernando,
I'm glad you like the poems. Would you like to set us a topic for a poem?

Jee Leong
Anonymous said…
Dear Jee Leong,
I have quite a few ideas; maybe a poem that brings the idea of homosexuals being accepted in the world. Whatever pleases you.
If we are going to go through with this I believe that we should meet with each other and get into a relationship. I understand that you may be in a relationship already; if you are with whom? I believe that one partner should be open with the other partner in crime (if you know what I mean).

-Fernando Dregenzelo

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