too much

we lived each other
craved silver platter passion
served hot
with sides
of cream-covered dreams
delightfully digested
if damning
to dining alone

that edible intimacy

now indelible memory

as unreal as
was

is
ever

still on the menu
choice and consequence

all

or nothing 
at all


feast or famine
sublimity or civility

faith or fickleness



do we live each other still
savour a bill of fare
of raw emotion
in dreams

in our heart’s poetry

in awareness

when are we sated
what choice promises
an end to appetite
but fasting

(lingering feelings
dormant lie

when in soulful eyes

circumstance abides

willing wishes die)

too much

you

lives on in
me

the consequence
 is mystery

living thus

this history of us

remains a future

unresolved

our desserts
measured just

we lived each other

do we live each other still