A thinking

In the warm, soft cherry light
I lay down my bounty
In the soft, warm cherry light
I lay down my seed.
 
Bare my bones to you,
covered in flesh and sinew
and you feast beside the fire,
my mind lost within the mire
 
of your bowl, on your spoon,
edible, lost in June,
in your womb, in your pit,
dissolved in the chaos of your spit.
 
I am burned by your blood,
meets my blood in a flood
of rage, and I'm afraid
I can't love you in this time, in this age.
 
I'm afraid to hear your name
when I've left this place, left this flame,
I'm afraid to be alone,
with you there, inside this tomb.