Second Adam
there is a liking
for my delicate curves
for the fragility of taste
as it breaks
over the tongue
before it dissipates
behind the bindings
of skin, skin, sinew and string
lies the essence:
juice and liquid
this is the fierce reality
this is the real me
to tempt.
all the more because
I cannot be the answer to a prayer
inside is the true sense
and the root of the problem
lies under ground
it seeks soil, water,
air, whatever
to bind the elements that compose us
together
you may have a fair suspicion
it'll need investigation.
I am a clear suspension:
below the lie
above the sky
in the middle is my nourishment
I am firmly entwined
mouths upon mouths
open and ready
ready to take
this juice, my life
Acknowledgement: Coppertales
