Body Food

Set a table, you and I
and be prepared for a feast
we will be satisfied
with only human meat.

Lips touch sweat
that is sweet
against our tongues
and deep within our throats.

We tasted ourselves
in each others mouths,
licked the moment clean
so soft against our skin.

The alchemy of chemistry
as chemicals collide,
the mystery of minds
as foreheads touch.

So set a table, you and I
and be prepared for a feast.
Eat all you want.
This ain’t no takeout restaurant.

a poem
by
Paul Bourgeois
Nigatta/Japan/90

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