Bon Appétit
for Shenique Davis

she used to go through me
I used to let her, she used to let me

we used to love crazily, passionately

what used to rise up in her, rise up in me
emotionally, occasionally
overwhelming mutually

we used to draw near
we used to pull away
fearing beauty, what was crazy

fearing being carried away
too far, too swiftly

that was love and beauty
as strong as I have ever known

to the edge of it, to the brink of it
as far as she and I ever went

bucket, river, well
we'd go to drink, trembling

last time I held her, she held me
what joy, what memories
what blood rushing through us

up river, around bends

how shaken we were
to see each other


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2009
7:27 a.m. 09.05.09