Golden beets,
an overcast day, and
grubby hands reach for a cherry.
\"They\'re pretty sour!\" I say.
We sip the rainbow.
My belly rolls while I laugh
and laugh
and laugh.
What relief -
I\'m all consumed by this now.
Not a light dusting,
not a subtle tingle
or minor bruise;
energy pummels me into submissive.
I drink you up, darling,
I worship you.
Skin on skin.
Fingertips find creases,
legs,
neck,
hips,
until teeth meet my shoulder and
under a spell I go, but
I\'m not equipped
to deal with this.
All arms and legs,
a spider in a web.
Get me out of here but
leave me be
are my thoughts before the tear drops.
Waterfall
or wishing well,
I put you inside of me and
wait for the echo.
Mouth tastes marmalade,
I drink this up and forget
where my heart calls home.