Then for preparations
are you prepared?
For there is no love
which is not of us.
- - -
You are sitting with a cup
to pour into me,
and then drink it from
my lips, my neck,
my chest,
my navel, my wrists,
my legs,
my ankles, my feet.
The only question is
when you do it,
and the only answer
is when its ready.
I am equally sitting as
a chalice of
all your hidden desires
to be used, filled
taken,
wanted, created
made,
shaped by you.
The only question is
when I am ready,
and the only answer
is always for you.
There is time to decide
but the choice
was already made -
we are waiting
to wait
for you and me
to pour
a drink to devour.
- - -
There for a sandwich
Are you ready for it?
For I made it for you.
Do you want it always? |