by ireneI too like to eat out
To eat out
I like to eat among the brown, black brush
Pushing, parting, letting
My tongue graze amongst the dew
Searching, touching, tasting
The honey of the flower
I too like to eat
To eat out
Massaging its petals into splendid form
Watching its growth harden, flourish
Watering, eating to feel my insatiable appetite
Reaching in drinking its sweet wine
Filling up on excitement, satisfaction
I too like to eat
To eat out
I relish
Knowing my hunger will arise again
And I will find myself
Among the brush
I too like to eat
To eat out
