May 01, 2003

eat in kitchen

hungry
trying to catch my breath
without him
he's active in the air at night
the evening is part him
like he is part me
my warm bed will not keep him home

i eat in the kitchen alone
standing against the fridge
feeding on a variety of things
to fill me up
it won't help, but i eat it anyway
it's filling, it's fulling
it's something that keeps me
i can't wait empty

i long to have him here
tight between my legs,
sealed within my sass
fast, before he sleeps
careful not to break his rest
i want him
want to consume him
place my cheeks on the flat of his back
roll my nose to the pit of his stomach
drop my hands round him tail
drinking his warmth to the inside
that i need from him
his taste
to eat in his kitchen

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