I invite people to a dinner party and feed them garlic (Sophia Papasouliotis)

I let the garlic grow

gloriously golden, let it melt

to a thready mess. I do 

not tell anyone I have put it in-

they compliment my

tender meal,

they kiss. 

Maybe they do not notice 

their garlic-sweet breath

 (I hope not,

snog, let love flow).

Or maybe they do not 

know if it is their own 

mouth which smoulders with it. Cold room,

warm lips. Kiss, kiss,

kiss your breath away. 


Sophia Papasouliotis is a poet from the south west of England. You can find her on Twitter at s0phiapap


image: Jade Hawk is a meat popsicle.