Saturday, November 19, 2005

i hunted through my files for a poem than tied in with food because of the recipe i posted. well, this isn't about food but yeah, it is about nourishment of a kind.



ask

i would feed upon you,
live on your glances, satisfied by

your scent , your intentions
i would feed on these

between breaths
tastes caught on the tongue
singing you

with my skin
damp alive

pulse
ragged music

dance you
wild

rock you slow
hungry again.

1 comment:

Sherry Pasquarello said...

yeah, it's something,when it's good. it truly is! ; )