"Appetite" – 11/18/25
You had me from the moment the curl of your lip
Lingered delicately shamelessly searching for playful words
In your cryptic tongue to tell me boldly
You'd venture with me somewhere far away
Even though by practical standards we still barely knew
Each other's tendencies toward disparate things
Differently as we'd been raised (cauterized by others)
I admired you for not being easily able to get over
The other woman who sounded in some unlikely ways
A bit too much like my butterfly-self
Unwilling as I am most days to concede when
The thing I have isn't actually the thing I need
You leveled me faster and flatter than I could have
Anticipated surreptitiously relegating time to the past
Present in every touch, kiss, love-laden brush of eyelash
A glass through which seraphim-like we transformed
You, a mirror of opinions yet-to-be formed who knew
I had any left oh appetite, almost-indulged: bereft!
