feast

we spread the sheet like a table cloth
and take our places with eager anticipation
and the first remove is served
your mouth my hands, your skin on my skin
a banquet of flavours and textures
a joyous celebration of the sensual
warm, cool, icy hot,
the temperatures flow as we find our rhythm
sweet,, sour, savoury, salty
richness of flavours exploding
mouths enraptured, eyes wide with delight
enjoying, savouring, celebrating our feast

and once we are done,
replete with love and content
flooded like the river valley
sighing in delight and
wanting the taste of more,
but unable to lift a finger for it

and in the midst of plenty
we cry for the famine just past
and that about to come