what feeds you

'the food is not even a factor. you have to decide what feeds you before you ever share a meal.' - B.

i'm not hungry   the snack provided
a distraction   the sound of
crunching loud enough to scatter
my thoughts briefly before
i try to collect them again
something to bite into
savory... savor
the ginger ale is not what i
want to drink   too sweet
bubbles wreaking havoc in my gut
but it's in front of me
B. said never settle for the
acceptable stand in
how awful that sounds
to take 'settling for' in on such
a fundamental level
i am hungry
for the press of flesh
toothy conversations
a heady swirl of energy cycling
i am deeply thirsty
for kisses & clear signals
desire like stars shooting across
a dark sky
silence that holds room for
shared breathing & the promise
of more kisses & conversations
i want to be penetrated
to penetrate
with eyes & hands & mouths
& words & breath &
cock & cunt & longing joined
met by connection by another
bright spark singing &
dancing ready to play

© Erika Stanley 8.26.13