Desire's Menu

Eat me first, I am the entrée, My pink, sleeping prawns Lie in wait Tempt my main course, dancing As in summer buds, flowers of Goujons, acrobats of love Fire your lust, washed down with Blood-red wine, stirring midst Medallions of beef and more Then leave the cloth, the dish, the Opened summer wine, to merry moth’s Dance around the candlelight and So we’ll not forget this menu’s List, this line of straining chariots, These happy concubines who wait in Line, as if by sentiment’s dessert; Perch your ruby lips and tongue’s Pink tip, and make a kiss on mine 26/10/15