Do you want plantain for breakfast?

Are you awake....? I’m gonna make us some breakfast ...

’Do you want plantain for breakfast?’ He asks and holds everything he could find in his kitchen.

In my head now, i’m thinking, ‘Plantain for breakfast?’ . I usually just eat toast or cereal, where am i gonna fit plantain? Shit!!! i swear its not even 8 o clock,  you know when it just feels EARLY....‘erm....ok’, I say,  thinking to myself...mnkay...‘who  eats plantain for breakfast?’ ..

I look at his skin from the bedroom...with my hand drapesed over my face, I watch him cook, ‘man this guy is sexy!!!’ 

‘Do you want some juice?’ he asks, In that split second i couldn’t help myself, ‘you know i want some of your juice?’  I cut a smile,...(in dream land)...man! i just want to put my lips next to his.......

I don’t...

He smiles and asks me what juice i want, trying to be serious, i know he is thinking about the same thing, I change my mind and tell him i want tea.

The only thing cutting the silence right now is the smell of coconut oil i just finished rubbing into his skin ....

I glance back at him just as he pushes the knife straight through the plantain and watch it slice all the way down, sliding open, Chop!!!  A golden rind, tanned with black ripeness turns to its side,  inside the cream flesh zing like the yellowness of a banana...

‘ So how come you eat plantain for breakfast?  Isnt it too much? ’  I ask him...

why am i so curious? Shit! Food is food. I love plantain, so why wouldn’t i eat it at breakfast?

‘You know’ he told me....’its good for you! , help you to grow, give you energy, strength, all them things there, trust me’.  

Of course he told me that... and of course with that smile again. He wanted to feed me proper, give me all the things that were ‘good’ ...

The plantain was cooking.

‘Hey where’s my tea?... trying to be sexy , I quickly squeeze a ...‘honey’ in a sweet voice, who knows he might make it more sweet for me?  ‘Well you have to come here to get it’ ...he copies me cheekily..’honey’ ....I smile.

 I slowly move my body from lying down, wearing hardly anything on my legs, ....actually what am i wearing? i think to myself...i look down, i could just about cover the cardigan around my chest.  I pull my red hair back over my bare shoulders it swings and falls strand by strand.

I look at his arms all the way down to his legs... I put my chin on his bare shoulder.

The scent of plantain.

In the kitchen.

The light of the morning fills the air.

The scent of kisses.

Wanting to catch his eyes again.

He gives me his tea and confuses it with my tea.

I can hear the neighbours, playing music.

He turns off the oven.

A clean kitchen, it smells so fresh.

He feeds me plantain.

We eat at the same time.

Do you want plantain for breakfast?