Sustenance

Your banquet lays before me,
I simply cannot devour it all in one sitting.

I gather all the musty parts of you,
and kiss them tenfold
in reverence.

As though waiting on my doorstep--
the card reads from Mother Nature,
ripe for the picking and
bountiful,
warmed by the sun of hot breath and
smoldering eyes.

We are silent--
Why disrupt the gift of the night?
Let's keep it holy
and bless this sacred feast.