Stem

Laura Kiesel


I would love to feed you
Heaping Spoonfuls
of words, frothy with sin(cerity)
and watch your Adam’s apple
jut up and down
with the ingestion.
And would you please, then,
take me by the hips
still hungry
coercing couplets
in your need
take sensuous sips
till your belly bloated
with my sweetness.

And when it is done
I want a serpent-moment
our forked-tongues
splitting rivers
into streams
into trickles
of timepieces
then tongue-tied
the subsequent silence
still articulate.

And to seal it
I want to remain naked
as rebellion against
the god of shame
proving we not only
ate the flesh of Adam’s apple
but also swallowed
the stem.


Originally appeared in upstreet