Food kink

Foxy craves the real taste

Of her imaginary love.

I’m wondering what kind of treat

He might be?

An ice-cream cone of course

Of rich vanilla flavour,

With strawberries, and unexpectedly

A pinch of cayenne pepper.

I feel that edge,

I also feel the sweetness.

I can well imagine

That goodness melting on my tongue…

Devouring or the one devoured?

Desserts come first —

But there’s more nutrition value…

Somehow I know.

I have a feeling he could be

A steamy casserole of lamb or elk,

Arugula with veggies on the side —

Or crispy cauliflower

With the shark sausage

I have never tried…

Just made it up.

Oh, speaking of the seafood, my favorite —

He might be a tender salmon

Or a hard-shelled lobster…

Damn, the Fox feels hungry.

He could be anything.

I’m stepping back

To see the bigger picture,

The vastness of buffet —

So many options

Outside of him.

I feel confused,

I don’t know what to do.

Well… it sounds terrible

But feast I will,

Regardless if that meal I want

Becomes available or not.

I cannot starve,

I cannot wait.

To be completely honest,

I’ve been starving all my life:

Leftovers, crumbs, food poisoning,

Decoys for display only

That I took for their face value…

Ick!

It feels so yucky,

So humiliating —

And all because I used to put

All of my faith, all expectations

Into just one item on the menu.

*Burp*

The casserole that burned,

The ice-cream melted —

But not for me, or anybody else…

The list goes on.

The past looks bleak,

The future?.. Well who knows.

Yet for this moment,

Before I walk away

I will indulge in fantasy…

I feel deliciousness,

The ultimate turn-on,

Much bigger than so called reality

Has ever been;

That special Something

Which infuses everything —

Each form, each incarnation

He may take.

….What kind of hunger is it

If I crave what I don’t know?

They say the question may contain the answer.

My mind is bursting

With rhymes, associations…

Do they matter?

Just a fig leaf chatter.

I cannot stop the feeling…

I cannot run away.

I face it and embrace it —

My vision of the feast.

Forbidden, decadent, straightforward,

Elegantly primal,

It makes my mouth water…

October 25/26, 2022.

NB.