Butty

A back bacon butty,

lays on the plate.

The meat is cooked,

crispy edged, but not burned,

and shedding juices

into a sturdy rustic bread,

that has been shielded

with a scrape of butter.

My mouth waters

at the salty, smokey flavors,

that titillate taste buds,

counterpointed by the sweetness

of ketchup.

I think I may have crossed a threshold

and gone to heaven,

a simple pleasure,

and I say a prayer with a sigh.

©️ Emma Steel

p.s. no, i had spaghetti tonight, not a bacon sandwich. If you're inviting me for a future meal, feel free to keep it simple.