Dining Out

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