Baste Me...

baste me...baste me

like a chicken or turkey

or maybe a guinea fowl

in sweet nectar

tainted by vinegar

nutmeg me between thy legs

nutmeg me and roast my ...

walnuts, chestnuts

chess nuts make their move

chest...butts, lets groove

needle to the groove

groove of my heart

heart, mind and soul

soul solo, dripping

dripping with sweat

basted and ready

for the feast

dive right in

devour my sins

my aches, regrets

taste of bitter

acrid and acidic

poison of the tongue

covert, clandestine

duplicity

my own mastery

pierce of my hubris

every time I see your face

and bathe in your elegance

Your serene, pink flesh grace

I remember all I've done

I remember all we've become

misery my gift

flavour the feast

until the veil is lifted

and blame can't be shifted

needle to the groove

music to face

baste me...baste me

just in case

baste me...in forgiveness

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: This is what I love about Stream of Consciousness writing - never know quite where something is going to take me when I start. This was supposed to be a slightly surreal, slightly sensual poem...then it took a turn.

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