caravaggio…..is your love ~

flavorful and wet, dripping down my chin as I enthusiastically bite;

like a Caravaggio painting.

I cannot put you out of my mind.

Every time I turn around, you are there

confronting me with the possibilities of you.

My body reacts to your voice; I long to hear it.

My brain is stimulated by your chatter;

I long to partake.

How can I say that

I’ve fully lived, without

having tasted those lips?

Touching your skin to know

that you’re real.

You are not.

You are imagined, and I am

disturbed for having conjured you up;

for flawed as you are,

you may be perfect for me.


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