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