Candy training

Up and down the candy goes
Sitting lazy on my belly
And looking at me
While breathing heavily.
I see you, I dare you,
I hear with my eyes
When my abs stretch and push it away.

Belly speaking

What holds me back
Has no hands and no reason.
In my belly a fear and a spasm.
From true dedication,
there came disappointment
Dressed in targets and evaluations.
No belly tells lies.

Food hunt

I am starving today
For those warm afternoons running in the fields
And those silent evenings reflecting on a book.
Food for the avid mind
And food for the temperamental belly
Do not overlap
And are complementary.