do i have to belt you? to overcome a bubbling or are my words enough to staunch the flowing from leaking fountains

pleasure is never free, even when it is a gift. beg me with honeysuckle pollination. allergies. only believe in denial.

muscle tension, hunger. dew’s wetter than rain. desperate questions tie barricade tape tighter. no. a complete sentence

the longer we wait here clock hands move slowly waiting, praying on the dripping limestone tile a sacrifice in purpose.

release is for the weak but you are strong, no? every drop metered out. are you grasping at it? there isn’t a shortage.

don’t ask me again, now you know my answer love age years in the bottle our flavor concentrates only believe in denial.

a girl’s gotta eat, grow big & strong food becomes fuel fired brick oven

i have reservations, my seat’s set aside gin martini stirred— small coin of lemon.

white pressed linens red leather cushions polished steel fixtures scarred marble veins

amuse my palate gift from the chef we kindly request: no sharing allowed

a girl’s gotta eat, wash away fears enjoy my choices wet lips, appetite

taste first with eyes each flavor distinct: salt, grit, acid, burn hungering for it all

the first bite builds anticipation of more— a mindless chewing, my posture softens

i lick your plate clean it’s been taken care of have i saved any room? no, some other time