I Lay Roses Across my Belly


I could live on bread and water
Rice and dal, bare essentials
Habitation of sustenance
Wonder of childhood
Morsels of divine association

Sacred foundation of the body
Raw materials of
Elements like flour, salt, oil
The meditation diet, water and fire
Or the Mediterranean diet

Olive oil and red wine with dark chocolate
Moments of food like pure vision
The pause of hope through
Long winters, where the light deprivation
Must be treated with other

Senses of life, bread is nourishing
The pagan morsels in your mouth
I dislike going in public
When I am hibernating
And require ageless cuddles

And making love like
Knitting a body
A miraculous body with veins
And a face and a purified heart
That gazes intently at you.