DINER

Sentiment abandons her skirts
precisely straight in flight
this arrow flies higher than birds
piercing us both with one blade
of laughter
this glinting maniac
this smarting flesh
this petulance on bread
made for devour
how are things divined?
by whom does the child's greed intensify
grasping at my energies, a changeling of hours
ticking down to stretched flesh and folded linen
growing dormant with the silver
never laid, never spread, never tasted
you took me on the table
opening my reservations like Christmas chocolates
you ate me on the table
sucking the liquor from red foil and turning away
to hide your smile beneath me
as we rose and fell in unison
trying to keep the water from ruining the varnish.

welshpoet (Chris Smith)
A dark write, with a passionate soul.

Richard Shepherd
oo-er ! like this alot !! sensual