Apology

A snake, slow
and quiet as sake
slides into my bloodstream.
When it reaches my eyes
they narrow
on your luscious swells, your eyes
as full of golden sweetness
as unguarded eggs.
My tongue smells your faith
as a dog smells fear. I love my life
at times like these.
The long, lazy days
of digestion, the bulbous
belly of me swallowing you
down to nothing
your mother would ever recognize.
She doesn’t know
where you are, and that
makes me hungry.
I’m hungry, and you can’t
blame me for that.

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