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The Naked Lunch
The naked lunch
Lay sprawled slovenly
I covered my eyes to preserve your modesty
But you had none
What happened to manners and cultlery?
You ate with sticky fingers
Protruding suggestively
Licking in motions I knew
Though could not remember
I watched your left overs jealously
Wished you could fit me on a plate
The table was inviting
But you averted your eyes knowingly
Did it taste better than me?
Vegetarian blood is sweet
And I am ripe for the picking
Lay sprawled slovenly
I covered my eyes to preserve your modesty
But you had none
What happened to manners and cultlery?
You ate with sticky fingers
Protruding suggestively
Licking in motions I knew
Though could not remember
I watched your left overs jealously
Wished you could fit me on a plate
The table was inviting
But you averted your eyes knowingly
Did it taste better than me?
Vegetarian blood is sweet
And I am ripe for the picking
Published 14th Sep 2010
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Anonymous
14th Sep 2010 9:36pm
Beautiful juxtaposition of seperate meanings; the literal lunch and the sex metaphor. At times I imagined two people eating, jealously guarding their food like children, and greedily consuming it, the next minute I imagined the same two people doing something else altogether.
15th Sep 2010 8:05pm
Thanks for the comment. I was also imagining different things when I wrote it!
