A La Carte' Poem by Mark Heathcote

As a cold empty beast with a hungry heart
I seek to find you, find love and eat you.
And eat my fill, all I want a la carte
So tempt me with your eyes and come through

I want the best, so let's go 'cordon bleu.'
And howl and hoot under a blood-red moon.
I want to devour you, run-barefoot through
That meadow rue, I want to read that rune.

Find divinity, the beauty of my beast
I want her to warm me, my insides out
I want her to tease me with a love feast,
I want to be her first and last takeout.
I want to baste you in rosemary and thyme
And have you, darling, anytime-all-the time.