Poet's Food

I want to kiss
the poet very long
taste in his tongue
the delight of words
damned
stop the sacred heart
stuff my mouth
with you, poet, you
and say the poetry
that I let drip like saliva
in my rhymes
consecrated in heart to you
swallowing your beauty
which even far away
it's too deep inside me
without a hint of zeal
no cry of appeal
just you, your flesh, your fur
your wet nakedness
your raw verse
I want to eat you poet
fill my belly with You.


PAR