Hot Soup

I took a long time
to choose what I wanted
Soup, hot soup
A cup? No a bowl
of sustenance dark, rich,
full bodied and aromatic

So I took the time
to inhale deeply and swallow slowly,
letting soup sips caress
my taste buds before sliding
swiftly down my throat
splash landing a smile into a sigh

And in the last minutes of time
I tipped the bowl, smoothly
rocking end drops into the concave curve
and with my head tilted back,
lips slightly parted, I sucked the last
good-as-the-first satisfying drops

From that bowl,

Of hot soup