Self Indulgent Poem

 

for pure indulgence
of the word
on the white plate:
 –
the way it works,
tempting
my mouth to salivate.
 –
it’s a freshly cooked crab
still incapsulated red
but crackable
 –
and meat sweet juicy
as carnal love
and oysters’ tide
 –
and drunkenness
in the self indulgence
of the body’s desires.

© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015

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