living foods

untamed food
living diet
my fingers,
boysenberry colored
from delving
seeking to gather
before moonlight wanes
hunters cannot bring
life back
your lips frail, pink
of cherry blossoms
beneath which
averted eyes sought
to disguise longing
for your sandpaper
soft rose petal tongue.
deftly you traced
foreign shapes newly
sprouted of goddess
head stems and leaf veins
popping in my mouth
fruit flesh
flooding my mouth
delicious, quiescent
desires
breed in cranberry
blood freshly tilled
soil nourishing
varietals of you