plagued by dreams of cannibals

she suggested you were salad
lightly dressed and green
but you are white meat
lean and healthy and good

Marty is ambrosial
his skin warm and dry under my tongue
I'll touch, then eat his fingered hands
they are noodles smooth and spicy
tasting of curried ginger

Christian's green and clean
I want to eat his rippling belly
but he is bok choy, daikon, bitter melon
too wholesome for hedonist me

Amy reads Proust
she is pepper jack cheese
I'll just pick at her jalapeno toes

I'm plagued by dreams of cannibals
I want to eat my ample flesh

my thigh is spicy meat
chunks of painless beef
juices overflow my greedy lips
run down my chin
I rub them into my belly

haunted by dreams of baby's heads
soft and warm
round and dry
my mind is clean and strong
I'm consuming my bygone body

squatting
emerging from myself
I am newborn
and of late enlightened