I saw you
and no sooner
wanted you.
I tasted you
and then had no choice
but to devour you
your sticky sweetness
streaming down my chin
while I churned
and surged
oblivious
to everything
except
my need
my need
to have you melt
between my fingers
my need
to feel you dancing
on the tip of my tongue.


Paul David Mena
8 October, 1997
Boston, MA