Come Over Hungry

Wrote this at a poetry workshop facilitated by my dear and talented friend Lauren (laurenbulla.substack.com). The prompt I received was "food and fucking", particularly apt given my personal intesrets

You’re rich like melted iced cream
Olive oil
An egg yolk passed from mouth to eager mouth
You’re briny and lactonic
Slippery oysters in milk thick with cream
You taste like blood on French butter
Like rare steak
Raw honey

And, baby, I’m sweet
Strawberries, cherries
A ripe and rotting fig
I’m your breakfast
Croissant and coffee with cream
I’m warm cinnamon and vanilla
A pomegranate split in half
Spumante, champagne

I came over hungry, like you said
They say only open mouths get fed