Salty rain begins
Gliding its way down trunks
Getting lost in fabric leaves
Or resting gently on cheeks
Basking in the heat of skins
Molten bean soup
Housing shoals of ****
And Silken soy islands
Habituated by scallion trees
Brewing the perfect flavor group
Then a beam above
A blinding light
Followed by silver
Crashing with all might
With the grace of a bellied dove
The crash pays homage to Moses
Splitting tectonic plates
Paving a path to the scoop
The stew child ascends
And the gap below closes
Into the cave it goes
Entry barred
a serpent slithers
Corralling refuges back to nest
The only ritual it knows
The rain is dense
A body is a temple
This temple a sauna
Coated in scorched poison
It yearns for a cleanse
Watered Calvary sweeps in
Purging vile spice
With soothing touch
But glass only holds so much
And the cure is left thin
Slamming the clear dome
Icebergs swish
In a desolate tomb
But a savior passes by
Returning sea to the arctics home
Hope is restored
Now it’s time to desecrate
Pangea resumes
It won’t stop
Until bowl is fully toured
I love writing for prompts. This one was "Write about eating something unapologetically". Not sure if there's any fate fans out there, but the scene of Kirei eating mapo tofu lives rent free in my head.