Flesh in Flesh

If I am to be consumed,
allow me to break the skin,
cook it to perfection,
and serve it on a silver platter.

For I am not worth much,
not even life,
but I so dearly desire to be handled with care.

So let me hold myself,
as I always have.

Flesh in flesh.

I can cut myself up,
into small digestible chunks.

With care filled intent,
raising me up to your lips,
on a shiny silver fork.

If I am to be consumed,
then I do not wish for you to choke,
only to savor me lengthily,
as your tongue will be the first and last to hold me.