Feast

She wants it all
my body
my mind
ripe and juicy
peeled grapes
ready to be gulped down
my belly a fragrant loaf
on a table of earthly delights
set for her alone
my pale breasts gleam and quiver
moonlight shivering on a deep lake
their thin skin betrays
the pomegranate soul of me
a familiar fingernail scores my thighs
pork-crackles my flesh
with tender cruelty
and as the flames rise
my throat releases an agony
of surrender