Artist: van Rijn
she
lies
spread-eagled
on my
bed
__
her
tidy
tapestry on
display
__
i dive
into
that neatness –
__
her folds
grow
plump
like
ripe fruit
__
ripe fruit
that is –
devoured
and
destroyed
__
ripe fruit
that expels
seeds
__
that wealth
between
her thighs
branded me
an adulterer
__
life was so simple
before
i feasted
on her
riches –
__
aromatic
ripe fruit
Words © Vanessa de Largie 2020