a balmy cotton wind caresses 

smooth against my arm 

I lie 

my back leaning 

on cool velvet earth 

between shifting green isles, 

a boozy sweetness wafts from the 

chubby strawberries 

their vivid flesh emerging, 

ripe from the bushes 

and I, still resting on the damp soil, 

I reach inside the tangled 

vines, shifting, 

until my fingers probe 

the supple, glistening skin, 

warmed from sun 

I fill myself with handfuls, 

pluck 

in the mirror, 

naked, 

saline 

wash the crusted nectar around my lips 

wash you 

my belly is taut from you, 

grotesque 

the fingers that picked you 

now palpate the smooth cave of my mouth 

soon filled with vomit, 

red from you 

you are acrid in the toilet bowl, 

syrupy flesh, 

brined in tears and acid 

I try to look away 

from the amorphous creature 

that looms in glass

but 

the sterility of the blue tile 

is too much 

so I close my eyes 

tomorrow, 

I will return 

to the sunny hollow, 

and eat you, 

till I catch a glimpse 

of the distended 

form 

the plump, 

blushing skin 

and I eat myself 

pluck