Spoon

By Ani Martin

My new lover decides

to relieve me

of all my work, pins

my wandering arms

with his elbows,

cups my face, then pulls

my hips against his own.

I gasp—

after savoring my mouth

with his own,

then my neck,

my shy breasts,

down my stomach,

he lifts me to his mouth

like a bowl—

enjoys me like the remnants

of a gourmet meal—

licks me so clean

by the end I’m sure

I taste

like his tongue.

About Ani Martin:

Ani Martin is a poet living in the hills above Los Angeles. You can

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