Carnal

The knife was blunt
My flesh was weak
Meat tender

I thought about your hungry eyes again
or hunger or the meat
I can't remember

The meat I carved was scarlet like the sin

I felt as if I almost loved a stranger
I almost smelled the salt on pulsing skin

Oh, salt
Forgot

I almost cut my finger
when chopping the onions

I poured more gin

The night was hot and milk turned thick and sour

My blood turned thin
I tried to still my veins

I cooked until the early morning hours

I must not think of you again

Reviews

[Dean]

The fine art entered, with the last line of the poem...WHAMMO...the kind of ending I love.

[Ashira Macy]

Interesting. The actual act of cooking mixed together with thoughts of a torrid affair gone awry perhaps. I really enjoyed how this poem was set up, it is almost like a scene within a scene.

[Dindella]

This is a nice poem and I adore how it's written like distracted thoughts. Also the theme of it reminds me of one of my little characters, which ultimately makes me a little biased I must admit, haha. It's rare for me to run into poetry that makes me think and ponder on my creations.

[SmittyJas]

What a pen fills the night I read on to watch you grow and grow.

[Lyn Anderson]

What I like about this one is its mix of something mundane with the emotional interplay. Well done.

[Linda alexander]

Excellent flow, great expressions, congrats

[itai]

I have not read anything like this before. I wish it were my own.