Ingest

Ingest

I want

the earth to swallow

up those

mothers and children.

A clean, quiet

consumption

to let us be.

So I can trace the

outline

of your jaw

with my tongue

and bite

your chin

beneath the tall pines

and let your full

hand

follow where fingers

have ventured down

past waistband

and skin

and carefully

chosen lace.

I want

to feel

the scrape

made by

bark against skin

as your body presses

hard against mine

and my lips

and gums

swell

from the force

of your intent.

I want to hear

the kind words

you are saying

as my mind

leaves the pine

scented trail

and public

laughter

to a vision

where I am

straddling you

on

an august bed.

There

I want

my conscience

to eat away

the good girl

image that I clutch

tightly onto

so I can

consume you

noisily

and feed

my

own

desire

photo and poem by Lisa Murphy-Lamb