I peel you slowly. Inch by inch. Hands stutter, then Nimbly uncinch. First bite of flesh tight And unyielding. Slowly tenderize. The salts are for curing. You simmer slow. Acid tang briefly Taints the tongue – Aromatic, you are like Jasmine rice. Just inhaling your slow roast Salivates. Slowly knead and Rise. Behold my baking – Mine for the taking. Throat wants to sing – mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm………………………………………….