I want to gently fall apart
In that soft and delicate fashion
That slowly-cooked,
Tender meat does
At the slightest touch
I long for warmth.
Maybe I don't want
To fall apart at a touch.
But perhaps I shall,
The fat melting
And muscle softening
Soft and supple.
A fine delicacy
For your heart.
Perhaps,
We'd be a
Two-course meal
Both of us delicate
Tender, in each other's arms
Simmering in the beauty
Of intimacy
