How did I taste she asked,
hugging her knees: eyes closed.
You are a banquet,
Where did you start she asked.
I started at the heart of you,
suckling ripe fruit from your belly.
I licked the juices from your skin as
Berries rained down on us.
Your ribs, each one laced with linguine and
warm bread in the nook of your elbow . . just there.
You broke off a chunk and told me to enjoy:
the way you do.
Did you feed from the palms of my hands.
I spliced a fig into four crescent moons.
We each devoured two.
I will rock you to sleep.