Shopping in the grocery store is full if chance encounters, and I'm not talking about the human ones. You don't know what kind of food you'll encounter! You don't know what kind of food will decide you're the one! Sometimes I'm walking in the grocery store and food it leaps off the shelf at me: "Take me home!" "Be my love!" "Devour me completely!" Sometimes, yes, I agree. Sometimes, I agree. It can be, oh, so lovely. It can be delicious on my lips. It can be, oh, so lovely. But they're only short relationships. Just one night alone with you. Just you and me. And maybe a bottle of wine could set the table for three. I would really like to get to know you better. Maybe you have some secret spices in you? And how will I know? How will I know what is in you? I must explore you with my mouth! I must explore you with my tongue! And eventually, you'll travel south! To reach my inner sanctum! Deep within my tummy you shall be transformed. Deep inside my tummy! You'll be food never more! At least until the cycle completes itself. Transformed somewhere else. You may be return to the ground and be feasted on by others.