Edible Erotica II: Trois Poireaux.
by Ciona Nankervis
Tall, lengthy, rigid, robust
Core strength, standing to attention
From flax-coloured furry foot to wild, but styled, salt-surfer tufts.
The water drips upon your flesh
And I run my hand along your extent
Like a spine,
Palming-off crushed grains of earth.
Clad in fine pyjama-striped, feint and delicate green
Bound together with close, sturdy seams
Melting into white, like cream and milk.
I place you down to slice into rings
Studded eyelets, design of under-microscope plant cells;
You exhale, sharp and strong
And liquid seeps from my nose and eyes-
You lie, I cry, but not from sadness.