Gourmet Poem by Mandira Mitra

I would feed upon your love.
Hour by hour
Greedily devour
Words, gestures, emotions,
Presences, absences, fingers, neck, feet,
Stubble, chin, gore and blood, every bit.
Take the swill of passion between
The palette and tip of tongue,
Like wanton wine dancing in crystal goblet
Shimmer shimmer shimmer
Love thee little, love thee long.
I shall suck any reluctant flesh of its soul
And make it whole. I shall tenderly hold
(Like a mother holds the newborn to her teat
Sweetness rising and falling in milky waves)
My cleaved heart to yours
And make it complete.
I will be the invader and invaded
The glorious and the faded
The urn and the shroud, sword waving frenzy
Crying out loud-Alas! Alas!
This and this and this too shall pass.
I shall have my fill. I will, I will
I shall feed upon your love.