How might I serve you? (new title)

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This one's been rattling around in my head for some time and I finally got it down on paper.  It started as just a poem about a favorite stew recipe, then took a dark turn.  It's still a little raw(sorry) but I thought it's at a good stage to get input.

Love's Awful Consumption

Darling, I am afraid I have a hunger,
a savage desire unsatisfied. Your taste,
as you are, has never been as complex
as your scent.  A recipe, passed down          great line
from my mother and hers, offers a cure          mention of mother threw me off the "scent"
for your dim flavors.  So, let me cook you       I kinda wanted this to be a standalone line.
 
a meal.  It begins in shimmering oil a tumble
of onions, medium dice, sautéed soft,
translucent, just to the point of tears,              , or . ?
Careful to not over season.                        this being beginning of a new line
A half teaspoon of thyme, no more,
lest you become tiresome. Now potatoes
cubed, carrots sliced on the bias, offering
pungent notes of loamy earth to play
with the flesh it craves. You will feel better
 
when freed from tedious tendon
and sinew, your tenderness bite-sized.  
My contribution, two cups red,                  drop comma, move blood to end this line
blood offered enhances the umami
of the gravy and bone dust to thicken
 
and for mouth feel.  Into the oven, a long steep
in the heat of a womb, a slow dance of sin,
an alchemic transformation until you can
be pierced without resistance.  Season               another great passage
to taste with forgiveness.  Finally,
 
becoming my natural food, consumed
with crusty bread to sop up the rest
of you, now completely full in me.            and nice ending.

I admit this is a strangley unsettling poem   but the more I read it, the more I got out of it.  I'm indifferent to most food, but beef stew is probably my favorite and also the first thing I ever learned to cook.  As to my suggestions, keep in mind I may be misreading, if so let me know.