No whip cream
For my strawberry
He fed it to me
Bitter sweet
Still, I asked
For another
Because I’d had nothing
To eat
But he made me search
For the bowl!
So I got on my hands
And knees
It didn’t please me
But was I suppose to starve?
I marveled at his feet
I could’ve kissed them
Had they not
Been moving so fast
Then at last
His body was out of my view
And I forgot
What I was looking for
Why was I on the floor?
I bring myself to stand
Stomach now full
From the pain
Fed by a man
And still
He meets me at the door
“Baby, let me pour
A glass of wine for you”
He knows my weakness-
Red wine and baby blues
My mouth opens
To say no
But he catches it
With his tongue
Now rung
Is my heart
With ignorance
And falling back for more
Fruitless searches
On the floor.
