Food Poem - Peach Ice Tea

peach iced tea in a glass

2 streams flow through me,

Through your lips,

Through your mind:

The expectation and

The new;

Represented, and

Real.

It’s the difference between,

Within, where joy expands itself.

And let it take the groove all the way down

As you suspend and swallow and

Feel me again, dripping, slowly, gliding,

Honey-dropped.

2 streams flow through you,

Through his eyes,

Through his body:

Belonging and

Defenselessness;

Fulfillment, and

A place without fear.

It’s in the hold between,

Unheld, where love grows.

He is lost, removed from

Something inside, a child afraid of

A real dark. You open

One glance, revealing

The scene he needs to find:

Broad, fresh and salt-

Pure air to feed the

Weeping hunger he withheld

For years, an uncovered ship’s

Deck on which he finds you warm,

Cold, perplexed, growing, white, gold,

A body, an eye, an unending new to never leave.

2 streams flow through each moment,

Through every breath you have,

Through every touch withheld:

What is deep and

What will not ever be;

Growth, and

Unseen equivocation.

In the pause before deciding,

Unaware, belief remains.