It starts out harder than you expect but nothing can exist without an edge to plunge from and green is the night’s caviar
II
softer and softer you become I can smell your quivering silence from a mile away I can taste you, on the very back of my tongue
III
strands lay languid and slow, linger featherlight upon your length, soft enough to be invisible and I brush them aside one by one and I covet mine hands, so much closer to thee than the rest of me
IV
you are not perfect, far from it every curve curdles with different curve and you are evenly spotted how can I love you?
I promise to.
sweet to taste, I taste with my eyes first then by my hands, fouled by past lives forgotten then by my ears, I can hear you shriek with unworldly smile your scent fills the flesh around my gnashing teeth and finally, finally I have you! you seep lazy and warm down my chin tumble like white water down my aching gullet your soul weeps wearily upon my own satiate burning desert of my desire as I take you in time and time again
but even after I am done with you have discarded you, you are no use to me anymore somehow you are stronger in the industry of resurrection, you become as unyielding as iron, enough to break the hands that once broke you, after loving you how strange you are, creature Hypnos, you have been cheated! Thanatos, retreat! O Death, be not proud! For she is living while asleep and her laughter echoes off the edge of the world and her spirit plunges into a salted Eden
*Written as a response to the process of eating a good ear of corn, but realizing it is so much grander than it's own consumption