chromatographics

gay poems by mb bischoff

tasting

do you want to learn how to dine with me? what i want when you offer your red mouth

a proper feast needs sense, set, & setting meals are not snacks they’re for savoring

make time and places pray before your God white cloths, gloves, trays full of silvers

begin as always: dim lamps, kiss the chef thank the waiter for deferring her hunger

a tasting takes time i need you to try it lift up glass cloches attune to the scents

soak crumbs in sauce suck juice from flesh pull the pin in your watch—let go of time

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tags #control #food #glass #hunger #intimacy #kisses #lights #love #mouths #pleasure #red #religion #restaurants #ritual #scent #sex #silver #time #watches #white #💛
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