Woman

Consume me! Sometimes toasted, sometimes fresh. Sometimes toasted: in the hot blaze of noon. Sometimes fresh: in the ray of dawn. Your palate will grow sweet your dream will grow sweet your waking. Your world will grow sweet. Your world will become a shore in the bed of the wave, endless. The wet, salt-cured sands will dance beneath your feet. Sometimes toasted, sometimes fresh, consume me and don’t forget I am useful for every year of yours: toasted: in the fierce flame of the Middle Ages fresh too: in the first kiss at sunrise, on my lips, as if saying: drink my love...