Breakfast.

You brought toast and

reddish wonderful jelly,

The appetite was there

burning and split in attention

an ache as the heater kicked on,

the house warmed,

you leaned over

and the ache grew,

So fine.

Breakfast became

wonderful sauce and sweet

breasts,

Taste of saltiness

pleasure inside the dishes,

when we finish,

you’re a shining star

I’m a river.

I asked why

you said because

I was hungry.

6 Oct 08

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