Aft all this cycling, the stomach
Aches to quench the mind of sweet
Of buttery bowls full of food.
Not just any food, salty, carb laden
Dripping with sauce and savory smells
Eggplant parm, thick with sauce and cheese
Warm and tangy on the tongue, an afterthought
To the melting cheese, and sides of polenta
The moussaka, looms along side, more textures
Hot spicy enchiladas, empanadas, and beans.
The salad cleans the palate for the fish, just caught
The potatoes and vegetables mix with butter.
Desert is far away, more of everything first.
At half full its time to slow down
Easing into a repast of food, finding
Notes on spices and messages left
On my tongue tell stomach here it comes
Sensations bound though me
Tingling muscles, satiated stomach
Endorphined brain, psychedelic feelings
All because of a bike ride.