Subsistence

I can't quite get back a hearty appetite for food....not sick from that platter, but my attentions just keep swerving elsewhere....

Ezekiel drinks with me, nibbles a little on fruit as he nibbles on me.....his prowess in all artistries is amazing - a mural of creating and screwing and finishing and again and again and again amidst traffic bleeps and apartment clatterings................

Even breaking for baths in tea spiced bubbles, he comes - he comes with me.....in me.......all over me.......maybe that's just it - I don't need food as much because my body is feeding off all it needs from what he can do to me......and how he does it.......

How he sculpts me in the ways the both of us itch for..............