Is your sweetheart edible?
Like butter on toast to break in half and share;
like rising to first rays of the sun,
together in bed,
tell me, “does the feeling put you on edge?”
I write poems on the supple skin of his wrist,
like one would serve raspberries in a bowl to ingest—
I crave him,
his mouth erotic, decadent, safe and dangerous,
compelled by a longing far deeper than corporeal—
are these feelings licit?
I fear nothing nearly as close can satiate; just as cheese
is salvation of the taste buds,
the sighs in his chest emanate cleansing showers
it’s crucial that I hold on,
like budding blooms become one with his sacred loam;
is your sweetheart edible?
Photo credits: Pinterest
Poem inspired by the title of Late Carolyn Kizer’s poetic
masterpiece, “Is your sweetheart edible?” 🍰
Posted for Open Link Night #270 @ dVerse Poets Pub