You lay yourself <br />on the bed <br /> <br />as if you were a feast <br />tastefully arranged <br /> <br />here a breast <br />tipped with nipple <br /> <br />here a curve <br />of buttock <br /> <br />tense and taut <br />with desire <br /> <br />here a leg <br />cast shamelessly outward <br /> <br />displaying <br />the deliciousness <br /> <br />of your sex <br />hungry to be looked upon <br /> <br />I too <br />hungry as any wolf <br />in any fairy story <br /> <br />cry out: 'Ohhh... <br />...what eager eyes you have! ' <br /> <br />See my hunger <br />reflected in yours <br /> <br />as I nibble you down <br />to your wish bone. <br /> <br />****** <br /> <br />Always loved Herbert's LOVE and I guess somewhere in the back of my consciousness this was somewhere somehow there and its last line become the title of my slightly more up to date if not sedate version of the feast of love. <br /> <br />LOVE <br /> <br />Love bade me welcome yet my soul drew back, <br />Guilty of dust and sin. <br />But quick-ey’d Love, observing me grow slack <br />From my first entrance in, <br />Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, <br />If I lack’d anything. <br /> <br />A guest, I answer’d, worthy to be here: <br />Love said, You shall be he. <br />I the unkind, ungrateful? Ah my dear, <br />I cannot look on thee. <br />Love took my hand, and smiling did reply, <br />Who made the eyes but I? <br /> <br />Truth Lord, but I have marr’d them: let my shame <br />Go where it doth deserve. <br />And know you not, says Love, who bore the blame? <br />My dear, then I will serve. <br />You must sit down, says Love, and taste my meat: <br />So I did sit and eat. <br /> <br />George Herbet<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-i-did-sit-eat-for-janice/
