taste test

frozen wills under dill
weeded bliss chilled
recipes half eaten

winded blowfish
diving to fast freedom
under a sea of misfits
bottomless

taken away under
trees sprouting the fruited
tastes on wet tongues

talking tied to love
at a table for three
served sideways at noon

heated micro dialogs
waved with dreams that come
to the end
as a timer breaks fast
and past
midnight happenings and
appetites are appeased

picking up pieces of hope
here apart filling others
as thoughts trickle and tickle
throats down into another
cornered chance

still yet circling in
flight suppressed souls
satiated with salty tears
dripping like a faulty faucet
on forlorn faces

in the kitchen sink
hole slow sinning songs
draining left over
hopes into eternal escapes

eating HIS body drinking
in HIS love
merciful and healing  
tasty and without
bloody bitter wills