EAU DE VIE

Looking at you in the
restaurant I'm reminded that
I like to
           drink you,

First the eyes-dancing amber
and flashes of tiger.
Then the lips,
full and 
             inviting.

Just signals to the start
of the sport to come.

The fork of food is used like
Poseidon's tool-thrusting into
the depths of pleasure
beyond beyond 
                           imagination.

My tongue on your fork
of food-moistens and caresses.
I leave the table.

Returning, I stroke your hand
like a snail leaving trails.
You smile and hold your hand
to
    smell mine.

My gift is like the smell
of earth-primeval and truthful.
Your pleasure is 
                              breached.

Your wise smile is a countdown
to the cut & thrust of our sport.

Later, in your arms, I'm 
                                        awash
with the pool of
pleasure around me.

I swim in you. on you
under you and drink your
                                            Eau de vie...


Ellie LaCrosse