Same thing -- differently

It's a poem about mussels, about sensual love, about shadows.  About the forbidden.  Two visuals on the same text -- a softer approach and a rendition spoken from shadows.  Of course, salt has been added to the latter.

Tomatoes speak summer eloquently

in all her aspects, in all her shapes & colors.  Even the stems step up for the party.  Perhaps, I should write my poems in red ink. Perhaps, too much?  How about writing petite poems with an orange pigment?

Everything happens at night for a reason

just ask the light.  Just ask the spoon stirring the familiar nightly cup of tea.  Or the writing which happen at night for no particular reason.

This dream is remembered by its 4 parts

part metal
part water
part light
part movement

"& every preposition accounted for as is the copper pan," says the dream

Each story has some light

to tell about, to encourage the next step into.  Much like a spoon energies that which it stirs.  Like a pen making petite circles over a page to conjure the word; one pebble abutting another.

Some ears are meant to hear

beauty.
Seasonal food --
tomatoes & corn --
mentors to teach the tongue about beauty.
A pen is a bud waiting to unfurl pollen on a page.

A bud paints the flower

and titles it, "from the inside, out."
Write a 1 lines poem in pink ink which can be read left to right or right to left and which feels like a minimal epic.
Construct a meal where the desert tastes like an appetizer.