Until We Feast
Pandemic Lovers
A gift
A taste
A little tease
Before we ever meet
Wearing nothing but a black eye
Without an ounce of irony
Or a sprinkle of smut
On his terribly cute face
Cropped just below
Those two delectable lines
Where his legs
Meet his torso
“I cut the dick.
Didn’t want to harass you.”
Please God
Don’t break the mold for this one
Nor this other
With dimples, of course
Everything about him is candied
Messages dipped in chocolate
Dressed in rainbow sprinkles
I blow the fluffy sugar dust
Off his mountainous chest
Show me something ugly, my sweet
Present it on your favourite dish
Men
Not famous for being tender
But when they are
Breathe
Thick, sweet, lava
Oozes out of his core
Sticky liquid pooled in my hands
Grateful, I drink
Following drops
Down to my elbow
Baking homemade softcore
To marinate in praise
Adding yeast, to the rolls
Rising inside their heads
Until we feast, my darlings
