Don’t ask me what’s for dinner
when you come home from work.
Tonight let me feed you dessert only,
plucking strawberries from a bowl.
I’ll hold the fruit to your lips
relish your biting into the flesh
brush away the drop of juice from your chin
with my thumb suck suggestively before I
press raspberries into your right hand and
blueberries into your left curling your fingers
squeezing until the juice runs down your wrists.
I’ll slide my tongue along your palms
eating slowly the pulp from your offering
then invite you to kiss raspberry seeds from my mouth.
Kneeling, I’ll press more berries into your palms
watch you paint yourself in purple red and pink
a path for my tongue and mouth to follow.
Lead me to the places of yourself where
passion will bear its own fruits
flow with juices I’ll consume leaving you
fulfilled with no need of other sustenance.
Dinner can wait for another night.
Tonight is for dessert only
and you and me
fruitfully in love.