Feast of Souls and Hearts

My heart goes about hungry for you, love,

Thirsting for your touch, for just one taste of you.

I want the banquet of you, the feast of souls and hearts.

I will eat and drink of you, drink deep from your cup.

My heart is hungry for it, thirsting for your cool spirit,

Craving the sweet savor of your mouth, your lips.

Call me to this feast of ours, set the table, my soul is famished.

Feed me each tender bite of you in the darkness,

I need no light to eat your secret fruits,

Or in the sunshine that my eyes may feast on you.

The wine of this cup is heady, intoxicating.

Let us drink together of our bodies and spirits,

Grasp the bones of my flesh with both hands,

Let us devour one another to the heart,

To the marrow of you I will drive and push.

I will feed you with my own hands upon your body,

And sate the tender hunger of these burning,

Lips upon your wet flesh and cool breasts.

I will light the little fire in you, feed it all our parts,

Until it consumes us, red and raging,

I will quench this hot blade in your chalice,

Your lips devouring my liquid soul,

Drinking me with eyes and mouth,

Let my body be consumed in your flesh.

I will eat every part of you, my love, to the last drop,

Swallow me whole, I want to live in you forever.

We will not finish until there is no you or I,

Only us and us, panting in the darkness, one breath,

Your hands my hands, my spirit your spirit.

Eric M. Petit