Food Fuck

“Tonight.”

You say this and wink.

Only up to breakfast and already at bed.

I fear you may not make it.

“Tonight.”

I reply this and sigh.

Only from breakfast till bed.

So much time, I can’t take it.

“Perhaps a noon nap.”

I suggest this and wink.

There will be no sleeping.

Not till tonight.

“Perhaps a noon nap.”

You reply this and think.

Sleeping time goes quickly.

It soon will be night.

“And maybe a morning quickie.”

You request this and smile.

Your plate it empty.

Waiting for a second helping.

“And maybe a morning quickie.”

I reply this and laugh.

A full cup for now.

Second grounds for later.

“Desserts too.”

I say this and grin.

So many sweet options.

And not enough sugar .

“Desserts too.”

You reply this and clap.

You like vegan baked goods.

But how about being covered in honey?

“And an afternoon snack.”

You beg for this and whine.

Four meals before night.

I hope you aren’t taking more than your fill.

“And an afternoon snack.”

I reply this and nod.

Four meals before night.

Can it fill me? Maybe it will.

“So much food to prepare.”

You say this and shrink.

I see your eyes shining.

You know what I think.

“So much food to prepare.”

I reply this and stand.

I hold out an apron.

“You can start with breakfast dishes.”

Headspace

The healing space.

The shadow place.

Sacred visions.

Ritual.

Headspace.

Not everyone is allowed.

The entrance is barred.

Sealed.

Locked.

Few may open it.

The turnkey is the connection.

Consent is the latch.

Skillfully applied hinges can open that door.

But it takes trust.

A willingness to be vulnerable.

To be seen.

Revealing oneself is scary.

There is so much to fear.

Fear of losing.

A family so new.

Torn away.

A hurt so strong.

Not ready to let go.

Fear of succeeding.

Reaching a point where all else melts away.

Wondering what you’ll find there.

Who you’ll be.

Who you’ll see.

Bliss.

In knowing that none of it matters.

That time is no more.

And there is no good or bad.

Nothing ugly.

Only “yes”.

And “more”.

Finding a depth within you.

Resounding in places you feared weren’t there.

Where worlds could get swallowed.

And lost.

Then created.

And made new.

Fresh.

Gasping.

Clean and whole.

A sacred vision.

Of the shadow place.

A healing space.