If You Are My Food Spread On The Table

granting arguendo
my dear beautiful girl
that you are my food for dinner

what shall i take first?

your lips, oh, i love delicious lips
sweet lips, wet lips and tight lips, and
gripping lips to my lips

then your eyes
so i can enter your soul
these windows that cannot close
someone so lovely and loving you
as i try to be this air
invisible and yet so essential
to your being

i shall take every flesh in you
and every bone and every nerve

but there is one thing i shall not attempt to take
away from you

your heart, you may not tell me, but i know
it already belongs to someone else

in respect for true love
i shall leave it there
breathing, wishing, and still loving....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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